There comes a time in ones life. A time when one must question all that one can. A time to closely scrutinize the very fabric of existence. Is this my time?

Im tired of these words. Fake, they are. Morals, HAH. Opinions. Intelligence. Happiness. Aye, nothings ever been faker. Guilty conscience? Why? Ive never hurt anyone. More.. I never hurt YOU. I dont like that look in your eyes. I dont like the sound of your voice. And its sad, because I used to

Identity? What? Houses burn down. People die in these fires. When all the flesh burns off of a body, they use teeth and bone to identify identities. So even dead, naked, rotting in a corn field..I have an identity? Perfection? Thats an opinion..there is no right or wrong..only perception. Death penalty? Abortion? The people that blow up abortion centers..are they better than the ones who kill babies? Perception, I suppose. If right and wrong are opinions, what if I disagree? Should I live my life within the confines of anothers opinions? What makes everyone so sure our leaders are any better, any smarter than the rest of us? What if theyre making it all up as they go along (like the rest of us)?

What is treason? Treason is the betrayal of trust of confidence.. what should I believe about that? If you betray a cause lacking purpose, trust, or confidence..is it still treason? Is it immoral to betray a lost cause?

            So what makes up identity then..is it your possessionsI doubt it. If  you can have an identity with no flesh on your bones..then you can have one without all your money and possession.