My Love

The most feared and hated yet craved thing that this world offers. Such a paradox, but the truth prevails. We all hate it, but at the same time love it and wish we were a part of it. This is a secret most of us keep, and some of us tell the world. I chose to acknowledge it and accept it, but keep it, as with everything else, to myself. Whether you chose to keep it to yourself, or tell the world, you know that you secretly, maybe even don't even realize, you like it. To let go of all cares and all positive feelings and simply let go. Let all pent up feelings of hatred take over. Let them do what they have always intended: Be in charge. Twirling down the dark, twisted tunnel of sincere anger, you find who you really are. You seek for your true self your entire life simply to discover you are nothing. You are just another mass of water and sodium, like everyone else. Insignificant. Thoughts, feelings, nothing matter in the grand scheme of things.

This idea should be comforting to most, except those whom have such a small thinking capacity to understand how little they are. Then, this is about the time that morals step in, stealing their right to control us. Morals are important, so we all assume, but are they? To think outside of the small box we are trapped in is such an amazing feeling, even the thought of being able to do so is outstanding.