People spending 6 hours of every day working out at gyms, approaching the aesthetic conditions of gods and goddesses while their minds starve and their senses withers! After a point, the body becomes a mask; some sort of distraction, a box that hides away the fleeting nothingness within. Balance is a poor man’s luxury and a rich man’s trash. Finding a middle ground is a rarity. A gem among the ashes.

Beautiful minds decaying within the confines of a heart that has taken it captive; being driven solely by the lust of the flesh. Forever bound to walk in meaningless exile; blindly running towards the horizon of the mediocre and the mundane. Love is a festering orb of false promises and preset expectations.

Flawed the concept of beauty; adulterated it's design. But what was once pure cannot maintain it's purity forever. It is but the mind that must adjust it's trajectory if it is to save it from itself. Perfection is just another word for a slow masochistic approach towards touching the unobtainable.