Whit the word paradox comes a sound of Imortality.
A substitute for this unknown world we are living in.
Crying in the dark like we have lost somthing.
What have we lost? A Girl? Your old folks?
Maby that is allright, but, (ther is always a but).
But this life, this life is your life.
A world made up by your mind. So when we cry we have not lost somthing, we have gaind a bigger world to our own life. And tell me now,
don´t you think this is paradox? But onestly this is just a thing made up by my mind.