Moon stroking my head, the water I'm watching, the world around me. Stillness giving me a hug. Yeah, life is great.
You're thrown into it, no reasons, no answers. World screams: "Live!" But gives no handbook. "Get education! Get money! Enjoy life!" But doesn't tell why.
Nothing matters. Family, friends, books, movies, cars, love, hate... "World loves you! We love you!" Crap. You're alone. When you're outside, when you're in your room, you're alone.
Nothing matters. You're trying to build something, find a place somewhere, leave your footprint on this earth. But it doesn't depend on you. All good things are a matter of grace. Grace of fate. Bad things are just here. Part of the world like sun... and death.
I loved her. That's what you would say. I don't know what love is. I just felt something different. Like being able to live for her and die for her every second of my life.
Meeting at Joe's bar. A midnight drink. Just two blocks from my flat. Walking... One block. A scream. Running... I recognized that voice. A junkie. A bloody knife. And her. Stars reflecting in her dead eyes. My heart broke. "I just wanted some money. I... I didn't want to..." She had no money. "Don't take anything honey. I pay." I took out my gun...
Moon stroking my head, vague image of my face on the water. Two eyes staring at me. "What have you done?" I killed him. "Why?" I loved her. I hated him. He took my life, I took his. No reasons, no answers. Just another thing that happened. No regret, no guilt.
I had nothing, but lost everything. Trying to build something ... "Have hope! Have faith!" Hope is feeding dead bodies. Life is a matter of grace.
Stillness giving me a hug. Wind cooling my heart. Darkness surrounding me. Another day in paradise.
Yeah, life is great.