Our existence is relative only to perception, and that our physical selves are nothing more than walking sacks of matter. It’s just perspective.

I honestly find beauty in death, especially that of the young. The fact that something can be so brutal, manic, subjectively horrific, yet so utterly peaceful and still at the same time is surely the most beautiful thing we could witness as mere mortals? It’s all about looking deeper. A glimpse at how calm composure is and how quickly something so savage can transition into tranquillity It takes a lot to be able to see past rape, brutality because most are programmed to react to it, but when you can, it’s eye opening. Society, they’re their own people who are responsible for themselves and I have nothing to do with them nor their choice of interests. We’re all individuals with our own minds, realities and opinions I’ve got mine and they’ve got theirs.