11.28.2012

Black and Grey

And I look at all these faces wondering if they genuinely do care, or they're too busy worrying about themselves. Behaving as if they have it all figured out, when they actually are frantically trying to find those broken off and chipped off pieces of glass that hurt at the touch.

For the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, we are pretty damn shallow. For the wealth of words we were blessed with, we are pretty damn impoverished. So many things to do, so many people to meet, so many words left unsaid, and days left undiscovered, things left unexplored. And we ask ourselves why aren't we happy, when we have full control of our lives and subconsciously turn everything that was seemingly going good for us, into shit.

We suck as people.

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