It was an interesting thought, well. Everything’s an interesting thought. But, are we suppose to destroy ourselves before we improve, to know what to improve on? If so, would there be a limit of doing so, because I can’t seem to find my limit. I think I’ve passed it a long time ago. But would it even help me in the long term knowing I purposely do so. And I don’t exactly know why, it just happens to be so. I must be destroyed so I can pick up again. And if not, I won’t know where sane is, and I will lose track and before you know it everything is fucking timeless, the clock, the people, the fact that you walk by people and you notice these little things, and you ask yourself why the fuck do you choose to acknowledge these things because they don’t seem to matter. But oh, maybe they do. Am I missing something here.

And I don’t want to put it in place and act as if it’s anything utterly close to a “gift” and maybe it’s just a curse. And I’m going to stare it down. I would proclaim it as a quality that is so liable of killing every atom of yourself, and before you know. Here we fucking go again. Struck it in, and pulled upwards towards the lift to rip off. Do you even remember how you got here? And god, how do you even know where the answers are, what if you’re just telling yourselves the answers?

And that’s the thing. This is what you get with one single human being, that’s at a lost for passion, motivation on the endless corners of nothing, but in there you want to build yourself, into what you never saw before, into what you deem as incredible, sincere, but it’s unreal. Because what you want is opposite of what you are. And how would you achieve a person from parallel universes, how do you grasp that person and pull it out from the other end?

You destroy yourself.