[ нелепость ]

we’re made up of little ideas, searching for a shelter.
tend to get lost along the way, and rarely find a way back.
but in the end, we just try to adapt,
to justify, to rationalize, to make sure "wrong" is "right".
…although "wrong" and "right" are just words.

sometimes, things don’t go as we planned;
mercilessly killing long-thought and detailed anticipations;
butchering our spirit, massacring our hopes;
leaving our body as their host, which is a slaughterhouse.

chaotic.

unbearable.

but classic.

there’s nothing to blame. there’s no one to blame.
there’s no "blame". there are only choices and consequences.

we shall survive anything.
as long as we have a strong will to choose the lesser of two evils.

~ by d-i-t-y-a on May 6, 2007.