Softer than a needle

Like the living dead,
Nothing goes my way today.
But nothing goes wrong either.


Like a muffled irritation, deep within. All over, but nowhere in
particular. It's the worst kind of feeling. You're not sad or angry,
but you're definitely not feeling good. Nothings wrong, but not
everything is right.

life after life

What difference does it make if I cease to exist? Why is it so hard for these calcified minds to understand that death is not to be feared? That its just a matter of time? That their fear of death amuses me? Why should I live when death is just as exciting as life? Questions. That's all I have.

Not enough time

What do we have
when we get to tomorrow
one final gasp


There's very little time left. But there's not much to do in it anyway, so its good, I guess. Life is short, but it's an accident after all. We live through it just because we were involved in the accident of birth. Even that's not a rule. It's not the only reason we are against suicide. We live because we are taught that living is the "in" thing. Wanting to die is a no-no. Silly notions we have, about ending a life. "Do we have the power to give life?", we ask to those who want to take their own. Just an insipid excuse. There's no real reason for asking people not to commit suicide but the fact that suicidal people are usually very sad. But what about the happy ones that want to end their lives? What about the ones that want to experience what death is like? Aren't we holding back from them what they really want? is it fair to deny the right of choice?

Im ready to leave. But I have no problems with staying either. I'm just asking both points of view to be respected equally.