I don't want to die, but I don't want to live.
If I say it the other way around, it sounds whiny and cowardly.
I don't want to live, but I don't want to die.
Essentially the same thought but with a different emphasis.
The first way sounds more like a declaration.
Either way though, it's how I feel much of the time.
A home for my darker side to express itself. Do not spend much time here, lest the stain of my soul infect you.
Monday, August 27, 2018
Monday, May 14, 2018
Straw Man
Hope
is the straw with which fools stuff their mattresses. They think they
will find comfort there for their dreams, but it pricks them in
their dark slumber. And when the fire of adversity comes, the flames
greedily consume it, leaving but the charred embers of their souls.
Still the straw is better for repose than the cold hard stone of life
without it. But the fire will merely heat the the stone, not destroy it.
The fool is burnt either way.
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