Phantasmagoria

I'm fleeing from these shadows, these demons and nightmares that plague me in the light. This world, nothing but a crazed phantasmagoria of shadows and illusions, nothing is honest, everything with shades of meanings and overtones- it drives me into insanity. Politics. Who keeps their promises? A campaign, and then forgotten. War, the official seldom meeting the actual. When will the killing stop? It's a farce, it's a lie. Religion, finding God where only humanity is. There is no God, there are only complexes. Psychology. You can't trust your own mind. You don't know yourself. Let a doctor tell you who you are. Science. so self-assured, so full of shit. One day true, the next day false. Pour in billions of dollars into researching something which has absolutely no bearing on reality. Meanwhile, people starve. Corruption. The economic wheels grind to a halt in the face of a diseased state of affairs. A fucked up world. How can we proclaim it a perfect creation? Why doesn't he just end it all? Death would be a sweet- surrender. Why have we coloured our perceptions to the extent where it doesn't matter if you conform or rebel? You're an idiot either way.

There isn't a right answer. There isn't a solution. Why are we still looking? Or does the need for a solution imply the existence of one?

Philosophy, bullshit. I don't know. Don't know much of anything.

Is this how it feels to be lost?

Love. Don't ask me, I don't know anymore what it entails.

Questions unanswered, and yet they demand my answers.

Very soon, it won't matter.

A crazed phantasmagoria.