Circles

You cheated, you lied.
But that's okay, because so do I.

Fallen angels

Some people peak early and then lost all drives.

They get to where they want to be,  excelling all the way to their destination,  and be successful from the viewpoint of others.

Then something get to them.

Maybe it's tiredness.

Maybe it's boredom.

Maybe they just got too comfortable and stop striving.

Whatever the reason is,  they stop being where they were.

They soared,  up and above everyone else  and they tumble down just as magnificently.

Or maybe not, maybe their fall from grace is as slowly as their rise were.

But they fell.

Perhaps you'd think that all of them would be saddened by this.

Perhaps you'd think they'd be miserable.

But you might not know that that isn't the case for all of them.

Because for some the top was too tiring.

Too bothersome.

Too bright.

And some,  some are happily dancing their days away in the less brightened area.

It's okay. Some fallen angels are happy living with us mortals.

Dreams

I believe that dreams are there to distort known reality towards that which are more favorable to you,  a goal of sort to achieve on your way to your destination.

But I dream of a god,  an omniscience omnipotent all powerful being,  constricted not by the limitations of men, free of worldly chains except for his own desires. My dreams are too big too unbelievable even for me, I dream of becoming a living God, master of my own destiny, master of that of others.

My dream, my only real dream, is my un-arrivable destination.

Child

I think you're too childish.

You and your temper tantrum. You and your threats. You and your never-ending strings of broken promises.

You're a spoiled brat. And my love has been wasted on you for far too long.