An Idea

I write to the people with no souls, you don't have a soul, your are not going to give time to my wrintings, because you have other interests such as how many times i poop in the day, how much is my underwear, or even how tall is my "FluffyMofo", there is no hope that you will evolve from being an unconscious creature, to a conscious one. Thus all the knowledge and the wisdom does not belong to you, it belongs to the superior ones, the ones you hate and can't confront, the ch osen ones, the ones who act with feelings wherever they exist. People are not equal. The special type of people does not fit in this new world order, because simply this order gave the inferior power over the superior, for instance, take your life, how many times you have met someone who's terribly weak and psychopath in a harmful way, and the circumstances which the civilisation is responsible for, gave him the power over you? A power that they themselves cannot manage -the power or the auth...

Two young people, they were insanely in love, the guy was so young, he had so much love in his heart that he didn’t know what to do with it, the girl was so lost that she didn’t knew if he was the right guy or he was not, it was fall, and everything was falling apart, apparently because their was so much emotions from the two sides, their has to be some sense of guidance in the relationship in order for it to be successful, but as i said they were too young to understand what  is to give and receive love, poor them. The temperature here is so low that the music feels cold, again am thinking of how things turned around but i knew that i figured it out, it doesn’t matter now. The lights on streets sneak into my eyes telling there is hope that things will turn around one more time, but the lights are always here, they are always tellings things, but not always the way i think, perhaps i should listen more to the lights.