I do not understand why i must always understand, there are moments of misunderstanding, I try to understand but I can not do it, what does that mean, where is the reason for all this is amazing that modernity brings to the human capacity to exchange bullshit, super crap that makes no sense, that are meaningless and should see a lot of people love this vacuum, as if it's filled, but how can we fill the void with, where is the inteligence, which discerns between hollow images I imagine the beauty, something unreal, it does not exist, it is in my imagination, pure beauty, a moment of eternity, a search for meaning, the first one that goes to love, something simple, beautiful, real, lived and then I shut up because it is a time for attempting to understand and another time to admit that it is not possible to understand, I was born somewhere without preconceptions of life, why I seek beauty amidst garbage and why am I the only one to see life in all its richness, it is a discovery, I did not know we could be alone in life, since I always lived with the feeling, I've never had a blank period sentimental a happy childhood full of frustrations I evacuates slowly since I understood what I am, it takes time to go deeper self and leave completely unsatisfied, so that's life, exchange hollow, a battle for nothing, words in all directions, a vision extinct, feelings distorted by desire, bravo humans, we go straight