One minute:::...
“Think it through”
The rising sun reminds me of those days were we supposed to be forever.
Forever.
Word for the ignorance that there is such thing.
Forever, I love you forever.
I might be able to change it to “until this momentum is”.
Forever, shorter realistic term of the unbearable nature.
We are forever...
No.
This is a merely spaced illusion of chatty people talking about the future, planning the future for nowhere, momentum is all we have.
Being fragile as a tomato or a stupid idea that lifetime is forever.
See the food chain, we are animals waiting to be eaten, with the conscience that you are going to fade away from your given time.
If you could see, seek what makes you feel alive.
You can outlook the time running around and you can’t get to see.
This is humanity, blind and unmercifully ruled to destroy ourselves for the sake of whoever.
Please look up and down, instead of looking for examples of what life’s supposed to be.
To be, to be. There is the answer.
To be, to be free.
To be, to be joyful.
Because I mean, I meet the world and is inside of me.
You have yours too, seek, go seek.
Through the mirror of thy vision.
Seek, seek.
We cactus of envious gutter.
Wants more, he said he loves, but he’s a lie.
The lost pearls of what used to be gratitude.
They say positivity, negativity, gracious vibes,
Buy more, more, more, all rotten.
Still we crave that leap of faith, we jump into uncertainty.
Souls wondering what, when, where.
The clock is ticking, time loss.
We are all good taking, but to give wisdom is not responsible for the lost and stolen.
Buyers all over the place, buying garbage, buying to fill up the broken pieces.
A mosaic of saddest children.
Temples of hypocrisy.
You can’t run. You can’t walk. You are silently waiting for the rainbow or the blackened night.
Autopilots.
Moving in motion to make sense, yet senseless.
They eat more on photography than they actually eat, boneless she has to be.
Ashamed of her skin, running around with him telling her, no carbs, no gluten, no sugar, no, no, nothing.
A cup of air.
The air she needs to breathe in the despair of her pain because she can’t stand those heels.
She the trophy, she the mascaraed of idealism, she the one who fakes smiles on and on and on and on.
He the musculoskeletal, he brainwashed by his ego, he needs to be more, have more, he needs great things to get to sightsee breadcrumbs of attention.
He needs recklessly a recognition to fit in the burden of society bubbles.
Bubblegum pop up, pop down.
Eagerness for fame, trapped in a bad motion picture.
Larger lips, largest cheeks, immense buttocks and a sea of nothing waved inside the brain.
One, just one.
One minute looking at the other side of the road, and...
One minute ago, I thought I was human.
