Life. Love.
We have a whole world full of wicked games around us.
Come to think of it, is this world even wicked or it's just us?
Foolish people turning every bit of innocent and beautiful around into a pile of shit.
A pile here, a pile there, and we're perfectly cool with it.
Sometimes it just accurse to me that logics did just turn upside down and now if somebody's living in a pile of shit, he's satisfied, you try and take some of his shit away and he goes all mad and angry, like "gimme that shit back!"
Shit became precious - there's no doubt about it.
Now, you'd ask me - "why do you care, man, why not leave them alone?"
That's because I'm into precious, for real.
Precious stuff I love and care about - life, love, honor, responsibility - all those good old things, we all remember them, I'm sure.
However, you see this wicked world and those wicked people they all work in a mysterious ways and there's one thing that bothers me the most - shit continues to constantly become precious, and while this happens, precious becomes shit.
This world needs to come to it's senses.
Precious maybe becomes shit, but not for me.
I think I can still see some black and white as they really are.
I will just hope I'll manage.
I will just hope you'll do good too.