Do you find it strange?
That my greatest smiles come from the darkest thoughts? That my happiness comes from pain? Or that my philosophy could not thrive without the darkness which feeds on the world? The best of my smiles, are present during the slowest part of a “sad” song. I find it normal, but that’s because I’m used to it. I wonder what you would think, if you saw a genuine smile in a funeral?
(Source: philosophicalpoetry)
