Brute
What is this dark about, pleasant with clouds but more than beauty, tis conspiracy; against me or the world maybe. I fail to trust things anymore. We might have evolved and developed, but the instincts we’re guided by are the animal kind, only gets worse. More you desire, more the monster in you nurtures. I am a rebel, is it any good? Everything’s relative. People are smart and people are dumb, they’re good and they’re bad, they’re selfish and they’re selfish. We’re in this together, we shall develop, as a species, as a person, as a demigod but, not arrogant but more kind, more forgiving, more caring, more loving towards lives! What are we alone? Try living in a cell; fortified with all you ever wished for but, no one to share all that with. Trust me, you’d long for company, right now you don’t! It takes long for her to see that or, she forgets, blinded by the shining glare of desires toils like a bull and becomes ignorant, all goals, purpo