how do you see them? those celebrities. are they really that happy all the time?
its curious, but they've become the better sterotype. the better fraction of god's creations. more blessed, more gifted, more beautiful. how do we match up? how do we compare our fantasies to ourselves?
it's become this endless race. this meaningless pursuit of glamour that no one really does have. like i always question all too frequently: who defines? who gives this a name?
we don't have it. celebs don't have it. doctors, lawyers, highflying businessmen don't have it.
why are we always chasing? the senselessness of this hell hole has become too overwhelming to bear. yes, if you're wondering, it does feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. it feels as if the eyes of everyone i meet, or even walk pass bore into the corridors of my soul and mind. only i alone, do not see what they do.
what they expect of me, and what they base it on, will it ever be possible to find out? i have a theory that no one on the face of this planet is capable of being completely honest with another being. what keeps us from baring all? what separates us? puts us in different classes?
this darkness is stifling, even to the blind.
aren't we only human? do we not all deserve to be treated the same way? smell the desperation, folks. embrace it.
maybe we're just not simple enough to see the fact that we're all the fucking same.
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