the world is only as good, or bad, as we make it.

when we're on form, the world seems a happier place.
it never really changes, but we do, from day to day.
we must manufacture our own life from inside, then, mustn't we?

i thought that tonight when i stood outside in the cold and dark.
everything was quiet and peaceful.

therefore, the world IS quiet and peaceful.

i wonder if still will be tomorrow?

i think that's all.

my head hurts now.