what's the point of anything?
what's the point of poetry and music if it just makes you feel worse?
what's the point of trying to make something better if you know it won't work?
what's the point of trying to do that which you cannot do?
what's the point of caring so much that you think you're going to burst apart?
what's the point of
it's because i care so bloody much
it's because i feel obligated to do it
it's because all i want in the world is __________
it's because i'm afraid that i'll lose everything i have if i don't
and that freaks me out
Selfistan - a land, well webpage, where all you see and read is stuff that I want you to see and read. Inspired by my constant ramblings and thought processes and by Salman Rushdie's quote on Selfistan in "Shalimar the Clown", Ramblings From Selfistan looks at the deeper and the not-so-deep aspects of life as I see it. Welcome to my world...
3 comments:
Ok..
Why do you breath..? You are going to die anyways..
is that freaky enough..:) did not want to scare u or something.. but I guess answer to this Q will give you the reasons for other things which we are doing..
just a point of view from my end..
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