in the back of my head im feeling astistic, but without a cause to put this to. shall i let these words pour from their origins unknown. the unknown always haunts me but i follow it with such forbidden passion anyways, because who knows what i will find. yes these words might as well be worthless, nothing more than a piece of trash on the ground, but even trash has more eloquence than this, ha. even great heros can be forgotten, and the ones who were never remembered in the first place? well they dont have to go through that transitional stage. its much easier for them to pass in fact, but they sacrifice themselves in living, while our great heros do just that after death. why do something if there is no point to it? i must be crazy