Share, talk , express, communicate , every word is different but mean the same thing , open your soul, bare your heart, let the world peek inside you and see the stuff you are made of. Are you good , decent ,loving, caring, or angry ,depressed sad, selfish, uncaring. But does it matter, does it really matter, you can stand in the middle of road and cry hoarse that you love the world, god and all its beings or spend your days helping others and then bragging all the good you have done for the world, but will it even matter, is it even worth anything at all . Does anyone really care. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow, tomorrow the world will find something or someone else to put on a pedestal. The world will go on , no one cares.we are born alone and in the end die alone. Rest everything in between is just a dream . Anyone tomorrow can take over my name , my dreams my words , my world . And I can do nothing, I will be left with nothing , everything I spent my lifetime building will turn to ashes before my eyes ,the people I loved will refuse to recognise me and there is nothing I will be able to do, just stand on the sidelines and watch my life handed over to someone on a platter like I never even existed. I am crazy , three words will define me and my journey from birth to death, If this is not cruel then I don’t know what is