a perfect lie.

everything disappears. love, trees, rocks, steel, plastic, human beings. none of us get out alive. and you can cuddle in a group, and face one day at a time. or you can be grateful that when your body rubs against somebody elses, it explodes with enough pleasure, to make you forget even for a minute, that you're only walking pile of the ashes. now that, is the truth. if you're strong it will make you free, if you're weak it will make you, you.