Just · Another · Writer

Ever had the sensation where your head was under your feet? With every step you took you sunk lower into the ground, beneath the filth and waste that humans produce; beneath the suicide and news reporting the suicide, and all your friends in sleeping bags, taking shots in their mouths, brains painting the slick vinyl coating, and some knowledge seeping into the dirt? Ever wondered how lonely it is under the ground where we bury the ones we love? Is it nicer in the fire? Is it forgetting when we bury our fears? Is it death when we bury ourselves? Or is it self-imposed ignorance? Something we've forced on ourselves, and irreparably on our children, on tomorrow, on our future...Is it our fault people die? Is it our fault no god exists? Did the creator leave his creation because he simply had no love left to give? Are we hopeless? Are we alone?

Are we buried alive?

Just remember why you are living. Remember why you care about things and what those things are. Remember what you're waiting for and think of how much that means to you.

If you are having troubles and life just isn't going the way it should, ask yourself these things.

They always point me in the right direction.