watch as the watercolours bleed into the canvas of the sky see the freckles of stars and constellations bask in the momentary warmth that you feel, comfort; safety
it's beautiful isn't it?
see the white clouds bright and ever so superior stretching across the horizon carelessly the area that belonged to the dark seas but no longer ever since the clouds claimed their territory smiling, careless clouds
believe that the world we live in is like sugar sweet and pleasant and utterly pure
pretend that the sugar isn't crumbling bit by bit piece by piece falling apart dissolving into sticky, empty nothingness
see the cracks on the ground tell yourself that they're only on the surface shallow that they can be easily mended with cement
and rehearse rehearse the parts you're meant to play a good sibling, child, friend
act as though you put others before yourself as though you think their happiness is more important than yours as though you'd sacrifice your life for them
because you're selfless, aren't you?
perform the rehearsed banter and the perfected smiles and the expertly timed eye roll -- **** your head to the left squinted eyes glare for half a second before rolling them
and watch the stars dissipate disappear as the haze clouds over it from all the pollution problems that we promised we would fix and the sky soon settles into an eternal darkness dry acrylic
look straight ahead.
see eyes and noses and lips some familiar and others not see sincere smiles and forced smiles see the world we live in beautiful and wretched and human
did we make it this way or did it make us this way
see the people around us the eyes and noses and lips that form faces the sincere smiles and forced smiles that form images we're all beautiful and wretched and human
and there's absolutely everything and nothing we can do to change anything
look up or down or straight ahead or whatever just look
(maybe that's all we can really do)
just look and see and breathe
be beautiful and wretched and human be everything you've ever wanted to be or everything you've never wanted to be
it's okay to be okay it's okay to not be okay it's okay to just be
Fast days that got faster When will you go home? But the days gone faster and felt lonely Nobody knew what they're going through Them saw us everyday And thought things though we Nothing will not ever goes his/her way I feel like if no person in my favour I am intelligent person I want to be Telling myself I don't have a silly mind But thinking of yourself...not stupid Fast days that got worse I am lost in what I do There is no way to get rehearse I have to exist now though I don't want too.