GegenReaktion

Life is short, can't stand it much. In the end, nothing lasts for the long haul. Stand and watch old friends leaving you with a quick goodbye? Wonder why it happened, what could have gone wrong.
watch the photo of the last person who loved you, what remains now are thoughts of nostalgia and unease

What's happening in the world, seems I'm left with no one to talk about it, art is now useless. the pig's press shapes the discourse, as many parrot the same script. television shape the minds of the sheeple believing too much good looking actors are real heroes.
Rich, unhappy folks delve into peculiar ideologies. Sharing my thoughts isn't my strong suit; I am doomed in any case.

It's like a cycle, almost biblical, just as stories told. Past's good will change in tomorrow's evil. Every smile dissolves into sorrow, tears, and pain.
My metamorphosis, what time made. Wonder if change is destiny or doom.