Burning Bridges at the Corridor

The darker sides of my mind sometimes baffle even myself.

Who would have known I could be this twisted?

Another night with no sleep. Except this one's different. This time, I really did not sleep at all. I stayed up the entire night.

Because that terrible experience is on my mind. Because it's reverberating between my eardrums.

And I cant seem to escape it.

Karma. Is that really fair?

How well does karma work if serial killers are never caught? Is this world really as balanced as I pretend?

Maybe the only way to keep things in check is if they are in chaos. No balance. No rules, no reputations. Just everything everywhere at any given time. Could that really be how it all stays hinged together?

But what of those adages? "Good things come to those who wait." "You reap what you sow."

Are they just comfort phrases, made to instill us with a sense of purpose for our good deeds?

Is that all good deeds are? A wish for a reward. Would we still perform as many good deeds if they were not met with such praise and admiration?

Would we then perform more evils?

Once again, I've created a plethora of un-answerable questions. And it really is the not knowing that kills you. At least with closure, you can stop pondering all the possibilities from four till eight.