Each fragment is underlying a simple fact can you see it or even hear it or touch it maybe, i dont know only the readers can shed light on what is felt personal through this diaatribe, it will be like listening to a song that is always stuck in your head, or watching a movie that the same scene keeps playing over and over again in your head, or it will be the feeling you feel when a touch of happiness in your life gives you the anxious feeling, cant wait for this moment to happen stomach or eye fireflies..



Do you know when things always seem to turn in your favor, or do you know things to always fall through and nothing works, which is the better result for you these days or people in general, since many thrive in darkness and many hunger for light that can save them.. What cant be obtained through a holy cause can alway be obtained through a sinners eyes, have you spoke with the devil or have you spoken with god, each has its own variable postives and negatives, in truth how do you survive from day to day, in contrast with others thoughts or others peer damning shield's how do you keep your river flowing without running into a dam or a drought. Just curious how many times you question your sanity each day wondering where the world will be in 10 yrs? or however long or short of time you give yourself to live life to its fullest, Did you pursue your goals, did you find that one person, did you travel enough, are you in good graces of whatever afterlife you believe in, is it just your interum safety countermeasures falling into place to ease your mind on what you could have done and what you couldnt have done at any present situation... The death and birth of a human how ironic is it to condemn those to die, and condemn those to live in such a harsh void, that when you hear people they say how can people be depressed how can they be so cheerful, as if we live in a rift, one half of the population exists to oppose the others would you take that bet to the ticket counter, or would you not wish to throw yourself in with that lot that considers life as a mathematical liquadation of just crunching enough numbers to increase the survival rate of a society.. what is your bruning light in the dim window in which you call a heart or a brain, what helps you sleep at nite? not chaning everything you do after hearing one persons outlook on sex, drugs, love, on ww2 or vietnam, why did mr smith and ms smith get divorced, why did my parents absolve to save me from those pitfalls, its just momentum that you yourself have been building up and now cant stop to a point where you shut down and decided to make your own rtules your own matriarch or patriarch kingdom, how do you choose who to save and those to hang by your code or law that you have been bestowed upon by your reminents of the past. How does the past encourage you to strive to succeed? Then u try to pass the generation before you as if they did wrong. To ask yourself wouldnt you have to stop the clock on your life? Just to pursue diffrent side jobs or hobbies you didnt pursue when you were younger, why do you need to change the course in which your river already runs, how can you do that without upsetting a natural balance, in which no order can be hoped for when you dash and stop constintly, you are burning the star out in which your parents strived themselves to perfect and you say that it is natural for children to rebel from their parents just to make there own mark, hmph how trivial as if they will remember you what mark have you made, what new time device have you discoverd to make a replicant of holy heros and ghastly zeros. then you reply at least i tried i dont care if i am forgotten, then in that case why did you start this pursuit of historical embrace or stardom of a marionette puppet, you are nothing more then a second on a clock that has been ticking long before you came, how do you propse to imprent yourself as a numeral or even a minutetom on the clock. as you stive to be the next rockfellar or the next joan of arc or even the next lennin the next muhammad or genghis or alexander do you think the books they read made them what they were? All they were, were slots on a timepiece that made them immortal for they knew something that maybe has gone forgotton or that is no longer in place when they met there own expectations and had no clinging on worldy postions or worldy gains wait no they did they acheived there means through a holy cause and they had the sinners eyes. How do you even try those idealistic pipe dreams, its as if you are following your own dreams that have been contracted by the books you read and the knowledge you gain is just being filtered by you and your peers trying to change what others strived for as if you can become a saint with a pichfork, hmph so pitful... so with that in mind that you create yourself based on something you learned from some foreign soverign, why cant you accept the ones who created you, and bear the shame of your choices for you cannot deny you are wrong or they are wrong just as if i am wrong i am just another timepiece created to carry on legacy's.



So do you know what your timepiece is being filled up with?