Turning from contentment

My time on earth is limit and what I create is mere coincidence. For there are no guarantees in life, only the cyclical process of friction that governs the shape that all matter will take. I'm not one to entertain notions of a utopian tunnel vision, leading the blind towards their end... a dream of suspended existence.

I prefer the struggle, the vice, the protruding irony, the ignorant mentality, the tormented souls mortality, the inconsistency inherent in plurality, and finally, I enjoy stubbling on the words that force me to embrace the obstruction of vanity. If indeed these attributes exist, one thing is made clear. Those who know not what they are have no claims to a self identity. Furthermore, the mirror shows the truth of interpretative subjectivity and for some their lives are borrowed from an image they have never seen.