That Sinking Feeling

All of you pointing your weapons this way. What do you expect, that I take to my computer and write you loving words? I should pity you, but would it not be wasted time to do so? Anyway, I have to believe in things and that somewhere you will come unstuck. The people who are evil, will shatter into a million pieces, the good ones will be left standing, wondering why such torment and pain is ever necessary in the first place.

Maybe I am a gloomy one. I do not go out in search of pain but it doesn't find it difficult to hunt me down and haunt me, hug me, never leave me be. The artistic mechanism functions better when motivated by sadness, far greater than by any other emotion, I would say. It's hard to believe that most of the finest art is created through darker emotions, but the spectrum of feelings it inspires has never been anything but obviously far wider to me. So, the sinking feeling isn't fun, it lasts for far too long, but it harvests some of the most astonishing works, in both my own mind and beyond. Sometimes, I wish things were easier, wish that my route weren't so lined with turmoil and heartbreak.

Nobody gets what they deserve. You can't measure it, but somehow I just know. Nobody gets what they deserve. What an odd thought to reflect on. Nobody gets what they deserve.