We're all just visiting. Playing nice, playing human for a little while.

The act is boring and mundane.

Humanity is such an odd ailment to be riddled with.  Constantly struggling against ourselves.

Like a toddler fighting sleep.

We are fighting the knowledge of our celestial and universal love.

Our problems that plague us are mere facades and illusions of the world we have constructed for ourselves. We have all the greatness of the stars inside us and we concern ourselves with the cellulite on the backs of our legs.

Most people live their entire lives, from birth to death, without ever removing themselves from the spotlight of the stage enough to see what's behind the curtain.

What a sad show we are putting on. And for who?

We are such temporary things. We put so much effort in validating ourselves while we're here. You would think the inevitability of our demise would humble and soften us. But we are a creature susceptible to fear.

And we're so ugly when we're scared.

None of our potential is reached in that state of being. It's so silly. We're so silly.

All of us, all over the world.

Running around, sawing off our limbs. Hacking away at our bodies while we scream in agony.

"Mercy! Please God MERCY!!!

But we just keep butchering ourselves. And the rivers run red all over the world.

We'll never wash our hands of it.