Night.

Its in the middle of the night,
When you lay next to the one you love.
Hear them breathe.
Watch them move in their sleep.
Feel their peaceful soul next to yours.
In the middle of the night,
When you release your fears.
You tell the demons to leave just for a few hours.
In the middle of the night,
The cool breeze on your face,
Pull the blanket a little closer.
Turn the music down a little lower.
Close your eyes and let go.
Its in the middle of the night,
When time stands still.
When you sigh and all the toxins are exhumed.
In the middle of the night,
One last kiss.
One last "I love you."
Its in the middle of the night.
Night.

The Beautiful, Collected souls.

In a world where being broken is the norm.
Indifference is the name of the game.
We fend for ourselves.
We fight our own battles.
We love each other, for our own satisfaction.
In a world where you leave them laying in a pool of their own mess.
Man eats man.
Cynicism is the law.
Trapped in a labyrinth you can't get out of.
All you want is to escape.
To lose yourself.
To find a way, to find a meaning.
In a world like this.
To meet Beautiful, Collected souls.
To meet Beautiful, Collected souls is like cool shower on a hot, sticky day.
It is like taking your socks off before going to bed.
Who are these Beautiful, Collected souls?
The people who hold your hair back while you purge yourself of poison.
The people who give you their laps and feed you lemons.
The people who drive out of their way to get you home.
The people who make you toast and tuck you in so you aren't cold.
The people who don't turn their back on you because you are unattractive.
The people who take life when it's raw and don't blur out the ugliness.
The people who make an impression that hits hard and tears you up.
The people who make you believe in humanity.
Who restore your faith.
The people you can feel vulnerable around.
When you are in a world full of darkness, the light is always blinding.
How do you handle it?
How do you deal with the illumination?
Each soul you meet has a story.
And each story has a purpose.
When souls intercept, they can either create a word, a page, a chapter or a book.
Create a series.
The Beautiful, Collected Souls.

How To Existential Crisis.

Your one-stop, comprehensive guide on existential crises and how to have one effectively. With easy instructions and detailed descriptions to ensure just the right amount of angst. 

Before you begin, it is important that you set the mood for a complete experience. Make sure that it is past 1 a.m. and that you have at least three research papers to complete in the next week, preferably 3,000 words each. You should have spent 2-6 hours procrastinating, on various social networking websites, prior your existential crisis. It is best to have an existential crisis when you are extremely exhausted and are alone. Please keep tissues close by and make sure there are no bright lights on in your surroundings. It is preferable if you are wearing sweatpants and have not showered for at least two days. In case you feel faintish it is recommended that you keep a large jar of Nutella along with a large spoon on your side table, with a bottle of water. Once you have made yourself comfortable you may begin. If you have any problems contact 1-800-What-Even.

You may begin by responding to the following questions and statements, and following the instructions given below.

1. Who am I?
2. What am I doing with my life?
3. Why does everyone suck so much?
4.  I hate humans.
   
   By this time you should start feeling slight discomfort. Do not try to distract yourself from this pain, it is only the beginning.
   
   
5. What is the purpose of life?
6. Why do I have to do everything just to make money?
7. Commercialism BLAH. I WANT TO DO WHAT I LOVE BECAUSE I LOVE IT.
8. Do I hate what I am doing?
9. But I actually love what I am doing?
10. Why am I so lazy?
11. What is the point of all this?
12. Is there even a point to all this?
13. What even?
14.  I don’t even know.
15. Am I the only one who feels this way?
16. Why does no one love me?
17. But maybe they do love me.
18. Am I a bad person?
19. What is bad?
20. What is good?
21. Morality.
    By now you may be pulling your hair out. You may start consuming the Nutella that you have brought for yourself.
    
    
22. I will never do anything substantial with my life.
23. I will amount to nothing.
24. I am just a fat blob who eats a lot of Nutella. Nutella is all I have left. 
    
    Continue eating the Nutella, you need it. You may put on some music to help you, if you are feeling particularly despondent you should play music accordingly, similarly if you are feeling anger, metal or rock would be the best choice. Choose what will help intensifying the feelings.
    
25. Will I ever get the answers to these questions?
26. Does anyone know the answers to these questions?
27. I wonder if the Internet can help.
    You can at this point use the Internet to help you get questions, but you may find that the Internet is a disappointment and it will only provoke you into falling deeper into the pit of despair.
     
28. AAAARRRRGGGHHH.
29. I HATE EVERYTHING.
30. *SOBBING
31. *WAILING
    Eat more Nutella; continue eating until the jar is over. At this point your stomach and head may both start hurting. Your eyes will be itchy and red. Your nose may start dripping.
    
32. I am so tired of everything.
33. I am so disgusting.
34. I wish it would just all go away.
35. Why do I even exist?
    Pass out

For best results repeat every few weeks, or every few days.

Disclaimer: You may never get any of the answers and at times it is better to watch a film, read a book or just talk to your friends.

The Age of Pretension.

I believe that this is the age of pretension. That everyone is pretentious. People who are ostentatious about it are attacked by people who are pretentious about not being pretentious. It's become a way of life. Everyone is trying to impress each other. Everyone is constantly trying to project a certain image, my argument is that even not trying is a way of trying. Constantly trying to be different, constantly trying to be better, or trying to fit into the image that you think others approve of. Your pretension may not be the same pretension as your neighbor's, but both are pretension. What is real anymore? What is actually you? Either you try to fit into a stereotype or you are vehemently against stereotypes and fall into the stereotype of being against stereotypes. Is anything really for yourself? Isn't it all about how the others see you? And even if you do say it is for you, how much of that is true? What is you? You is what you think. And what you think is dictated by so many external factors. 
How do we break out?
Can we break out?
Has anyone ever actually broken out of the endless cycles? Or has the cycle just morphed with each age?
Does anything I say make sense?
I know I am being pretensious by writing this. 

I just had to get it out of my head.