Individual View
Oh, my experiences are mine and mine only. What I feel or see, will never have the same impact for you as it had to myself (and vice-versa). So there’s no sharing. If I tell you anything, it’d have the same impact if I was simply telling you a story. My truth is fiction for you.
As twisted as it is, my view of things is mine. Biased and imperfectly mine.
We’re all walking to certain and eternal death, and any light at the end of the tunnel… is nothing more than a high-speed train.
Without brakes.
Whose pilot is blind.
And sleeping.
Expectations are the seeds of frustration.
Tragedy is believing my sarcasm is tragic.
Pandora’s box is a uterus.
Difference is, how many jokes you know until the train collides?
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