Sometimes, usually, I think about things that I'm not supposed to think about. I feel guilty when this happens, but I don't feel that guilty. Because it's not like I really have a choice. Nope, all choices were stripped from me a long time ago. I do what I do. I muddle through.
But anyway, I spend a lot of time feeling a little bit guilty, because of these tracks that my trains of thought like to follow. Often, I almost manage to convince myself that I'm a bad person, because of these thoughts of mine. These hopes of mine. These dreams of mine.
But sometimes, sometimes I manage to do something decent, say something decent. And I surprise myself, because I didn't think that I had any decency left in me.
It's nice to be wrong, sometimes.
Beauty is fleeting, or so they say.
But I don't believe them, not even for a second.
I think they're doing it wrong. I think they're using their eyes.
Close their eyes, and they will see the truth.
Beauty is eternal.