Decisions

When I’m content life is tragic enlightening the dread I sense for the day it terminates.

When i fall into tragedy… i don’t need to elucidate myself further.

Who am I?

What are you?

How many times were these questions asked. How many times unanswered.

I feel pathetic because I’m writing bullshit and being completely useless while others are making this world a more pleasent place.

When I’m content I die a little,

I loathe not embracing every single fragment to the fullest.

When I see the horrid, however,

It doesn’t matter,

every good time is a blessing.

How shall I see my world?