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Darkness, it seems like it's everywhere nowadays. God has taken his blessing away from this island, he's taken the sweet warm sun, and instead leaves us with the remnants of hell. Like pieces of shattered glassed, idle, awaiting for the touch of something living to bring it back into this useless world, to return to it's simple un-thanked purposes. The nights, which now overtake the days, I have lost count of them. They seem just to merge into one long cycle, day, night, day, night, day, night, until you forget which one is which  I don't sleep very often any more, it doesn't feel as necessary as it was before,
Often when I walk I smoke, or I drink before I set off, it helps me to think. But today Leon offered me a different type of cigarette, from the white he said, medicinal he said  I took of course, why would I turn that down. A cigarette's a cigarette isn't it? After all, what do I have to lose, it can't kill me more than I already am dead.
Funny thing death is, funny thing life is actually. I live life, my men live life, the villagers live life's, we all "live" life. But do we actually LIVE life? Who actually LIVES life anymore, you tell me, maybe the whites, with their damn fancy education, and knowledge and whatever the fuck else. No one needs that. No on needs education to say they're worthy of something. What sense does it make to say because you've had an education, you are worthy of money or a better job. None what so ever. That's the common sense of the white. They know nothing. apart from expose you irrelevant and pointless fear. I once heard of a woman that managed to get to the white world, she got sent to a school, gained education, got a job. Became smart you know, like them, became white. One day she had to come back to her homeland with the company she worked for, but something strange happened. As soon as they arrived, she entered a dense spiral of insanity, ran out screaming and crying out for help, she was afraid of everything, I heard she shouted "Disease" they shouted, it's...
Disease is what they said...

Πώς ειρήνη προέρχεται από την αγάπη, όταν η αγάπη απαιτεί σύγκρουση.

Don't try and make sense of this world, it isn't possible. For yourself maybe, but for others, almost definitely not. It is not possible to evaluate someone elses interpretation of everything, it's like comparing two people's view on the meaning if life. We do not know.
As humans our range of emotions, feelings and thoughts stretch over a wide plane. How we react to different situations depends on the state of each person and their equilibrium. That's just how life goes.

La locura es lo que me mantiene con vida.

Let's not start this again. Forever and always ruining things aren't I. I just can't get it right.
Fucking defensive shit.