Forgive me if I say this bluntly, but my heart and mind is the culmination of all that I have ever felt. At any given moment I feel all of the success, heartbreak, want, happiness, sadness, disgust, and all those other feelings I have ever felt mixed together. I am me, and nothing is ever erased and put into memory. I am everything I have ever been, a mixture of all colors.

Cigarette

There I was, sitting all alone with a cigarette and the light was alluding to the strange fact that I was all alone in this world with nothing more than the thoughts in my head and the need for reproduction. It's sickening to know that all we truly live for is that one little thing all animals were meant to do, and we allow ourselves to use the world as our mating ground whenever we so please instead of acting more sophisticated like deer or oxen with the appropriate time for mating.
Truthfully no one really cares about anything but what they have in their own lives; that's the nature of the game we live. What would this world be without selfishness and contempt running through our veins? It'd be a cold and lonely world because that selfishness makes us desire care, and with that we care for others.
No one said we were all truly alone, I've only heard that we're just alone within ourselves, within our minds. I suppose people are all tired of hearing the same old tired rambling stories of the late night street walkers; the scent of cigarette smoke on their skins is atrocious, and I'm just another part of the statistic for all to blame.