08/12/2015

Nihilism.

Sometimes I just like to not say my opinion out loud.
Sometimes I just like to watch people wondering if my silence means I'm that smart or stupid.
Sometimes I just like to watch people walking away from me.
Sometimes I just like to watch their ground crumble.
Sometimes I just like to watch all things fall apart.
Sometimes I'd just love to watch the whole planet being burnt down into ashes.

Because there's no point in any of this.
Because there's no real truth.
Because you will never truly know me and I don't even want you to.
Because nothing makes sense.
Not even this.
And nothing really matters.


What's this all about?

My photo
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart; and his friends can only read the title.