Bleed Blood

I find it funny how people tend to tell common sense over and over to other innocent people without noticing their own flaws, especially if the common sense is the same as their flaws.

It is hard to tell a person that their only divine attributes are now covered by their own flaws that their consciousness is beginning to be a negative force for all living, especially to those whom one sees as a now-unwilling-constant companion. Their own portrait is now in the process of decaying. I find it morbid to look at them at the same time as feeling bad about not being able to help even though I could see the continuous fragmentation.

I hate it that I lack verbal expression. I have created more than millions of thought yet I find it frustrating and challenging to preach and deliver them to others. Is it because I hate sharing? No. I'm afraid of the outcome, either good or bad. I realized that I walk ahead of the things before and don't accept everything whole-heartedly. I say no more.

I've been too busy since the classes started, but I'm glad that two of my subjects are related to philosophy.