Irony
There are some people that you can't live with but at the same time you cannot live without them. How do you hate someone yet feel so much for that person?
Can we really choose how to feel?
Can we really choose what we become?
And that nothing, no one, can be of an addiction.
How do you differentiate lust from deep immense feelings?
Lust which leads to shadows of the past.
Shadows of the past which leads to tears.
Tears which leads to unknown confusing feelings.
These feelings which lead to discomfort which leads back to lust.
Then you start feeling like a ghost, visible yet untouchable..
How can one person cause such an upstir of emotions? Someone you lovingly hate yet misses when he's not around..
So many unanswered questions. The confusion, the dilemma, the irony of it all.
Sometimes life can be like a bad game of tetris- The structure of the blocks don't fit into each other. But slowly and surely all life's shit is piling its way to the finish line. When you think you're heading towards damnation, 1 or 2 of the pieces fit and things proceed along as its supposed to. Then as you start smiling & laughing again, the blocks screw up along the way and things don't turn out the way you planned.
