Screams. I hear their screams. The children that have not yet been plagued by society.
Laughter. I hear their laughter. The children that have not yet been strangled in the hand of society.
Notice. Do you notice the pattern? Society is killing us.
Paradox. Life is a paradox. I am society, I hate society.
Change. Let's make a change. We must change this world.
Ruins. This world is falling to ruins and we are doing nothing. Absolutely nothing.
How.* How? You may ask. Change is nearly impossible, for that would require the change of human nature and that over all is too wide to fathom. Too wide to happen.
They were photo-shopped Every inch of fat cropped Cropped till there was nothing but bones Cropped till society labelled them as beautiful Cropped till they had boys falling at their feet Cropped till they no longer needed to be cropped.
They had starved themselves They were 'fat free' They were hollow and
The world is changing.... Everything is changing.... Everyone is changing... But... Pretty soon.. There won't be anything to change.... Because we'll all be dead.