to think that we're put on this planet to fulfill purpose...to make something of ourselves and establish a relationship with others and our surroundings...
so simple...yet somehow beyond our reach. 
it is utter and complete chaos, there's no reason or rythm to it...
things are just left to happen, situations, moments..all random occurences that leave us to work around...to deflect, reject and distract.
fuck loneliness...you'll never die alone because you never lived in the first place...
this life is a shared hell, it always has been, and it always will be...
whether you are good, bad...you will always be punished...
what delusion to have to force yourself to give something like this value, it all is infected with the necrosis that is time...
so hold on to it as it rots in your arms, and slips like dust between your fingers...
this is life