sometimes its like your in an unending war with god. Just when you can start to believe there is solid ground under your feet again it evaporates and you are left for a second hovering above the great abyss wondering in that split second before gravity kicks in if this time will be the time you finally hit the bottom. Funny enough that the bottom always seems to be the glass bottom of a bottle and each time you wake up you can taste that kiss on your lips that you forget looking through the tinted glass you think you see the truth. You keep on looking for that new high, never saying no to what ever may drive by, but its a lie, unnatural something completely fictional and not factual. Thats where the problems begin, you realize you cant distinguish the truth from the lie, the good from the bad and without these personal indicators you slip into an ambiguous zone forgetting the true nature of your soul. What good is a soul at this point, what good is a soul when its just a rotting manifest to the inequities of the truth? Whats the point of these earthly chains when the dead can rest better then the vain?