Writing is but another way of speaking its of a different nature like a language its not writing of maturity but of insecurity of the innner self not dull happy endings which stories propose, but life in and around us so many people forget what life is were givin this spirit to make us out to be something which is covered and forgotten in work, cities, the same cycles of living beneath us just like us the worlds spirit has been covered taken over dieing people change its as if Ive been here watching all the life surrounding us become despare, death occurs, people pass, but it might not be what its set out to be not an ending neither a beginning but an eternity of oneself suicide is not always caused by pain, curiousity of whats beyond ,this routine we accounted for as normal is it? Is it normal killing,war, destruction, whos to be the leader and whos following this is what we consider normal seeing the world as a battlefield and everything left to be taken, whos stronger? This is what we believe is ok or were just used to it being controlled our whole life WHO CAN be really used to this our lives are all connected all working just stuck in a routine thinking were living when were really not people choose to be afraid of what things are unknown nobody knows whats not told to them either secrets that hide the truth or within us that just dont know when or what happens, but theirs somebody who does wheather its a religion, source, or thing...That is all up to you.