Life is so surreal sometimes
People laughing and singing
People loving and crying
People just existing, and what am I doing?

i am thinking about how surreal life is,

 life is great sometimes, 

other times:

people are killing and running

people mourning and screaming

bad people just existing, and what am i doing?

am i laughing and signing or killing and running

am i loving and crying or am i mourning and screaming.

god i don't know all i am is dust in the wind