If there's a way to dig a little deeper into a new layer of skin, tap into something in our bones that hasn't already been analyzed and speculated by doctors under bright white lights on cold impersonal tables surrounded by an army of masked, gloved and sanitary conscious individuals- a method of existing that hasn't been romanticized and isn't cliche, I'd really like to know.
Because in vicious turbulent cycles I'm falling head first for things that have been worshipped so many times in trance-like moments of adolescent anguish and pretenses of solitude seeking introverts that lie to themselves cause they don't have the guts to do it to others.
Who the hell is alright behind a smile masking a cringe?
And all the tropes idolized and hymns murmured by Sad folk don't really make you feel special anymore cause you've lost your individuality by stepping into yet another trap.
But then again hating all things has long ago been branded as valueless, when in fact values are the only things you're really searching for.
I miss writing. I miss venting and trying to make sense of it all. Feedback is always appreciated... Was it confusing, too angry, or just plain dumb? lemme know!