Mature Enough!

"Had she been alive
frantically romanticising the pulverised pieces of a frivolously freaking love story
What if she was possible
would have pelted the wheel of fortune to make her something that doesn't exist
How would I live
living is quintessentially this, asking is wrong, answering is again irrelevant"

Hijacking was never an option yet I pushed no not pressed in fact switched the option and reached the part of no return I am running out of ideas things seem more mature life sounds smaller and people indifferent but what if the surrounding is a game of chance n not again this hyper statistical introduction of something       . I am empty I need words emotions are outnumbering my vocabulary guess I should become Shakespeare and invent my vocabulary , know you know how ridiculous I am ,I apologise I misunderstood and compared an artist to a machine