Escape from life
Life would be much easier if complications don’t exist. But w/o these complications then what would happen? We’ll be bored as hell. So what do we do? We complicate our lives with stupid realizations of a reality that we already know. We suffer pain but we ignore the damage. And when the wound is too deep, we use a needle and a thread to stitch the damn cut. As we pull each thread through our decaying skin we scream our lungs out hoping for salvation in a world of damned people. That’s why I don’t take life too seriously. Besides, no one has ever came out of it alive… Figure it out.
