Chronicles of a HeadCase

You watch as they lose themselves more and more, sipping on chalice of sinful malicious poisons. Throwing away all reason for a season of mindless mirth. What nocturnal creatures could find humor in such ludicrous white discussion and not to mention a complete disarray of sentence without a sense of penance in the world. And out of sheer ressentiment, you intervene.

You have passed judgement… why do some of us envy another’s mindless rage and passion for the destructive nihilistic war path to self devastation? Because we do not allow ourselves to be that way, the control is so painful sometimes, the pain itself seems to provoke the control and ultimately who we are… the conflict does not lie with those who lose themselves in whatever intoxications they can muster, but the watcher who chooses to intefere with another’s way of life is the one who impose their values and judgement. For who are we to determine how one chooses to live or die?

In case you were wondering, i’m usually the one getting intoxicated