The shadow of a tree, midday and the sun creates so beautiful figures with the nature helping. The shadows of people I've never seen; jumping, walking, standing in front of me, passing by, ignoring everything around. The shadow of a person on a bench reading people's expressions and writing them down on a red little notebook.
'Give me a break!' some woman says, anger. 'I need some help', fear. 'This is not my day', sadness. 'Thanks', relief. All negative feelings except for this one, what is he relieved about? Why is he thanking the sky? Is something or someone really there?
I know it's no one business but everyone's wish; to feel free from responsibilities and problems. All of this beauty for nothing, all this work for nothing, all of these feelings for nothing. They're been all waisted every day and night, every hour, every minute, every second, RIGHT NOW!
We can't see how consumed we are until we think about it: fake smiles, fake friends, fake bodies, fake promises. What is this but a simple game nobody chose to play. We all want to reach perfection and then we destroy it as much as we can judging others with no sense problems, wasting all we have around and lying to each other.
Now we all want to know who we really are but hoping that the real us will be accepted by someone following society rules. So that's why we are so afraid to discover ourselves, because we are scared of rejection, society's rejection even though we repeat in our minds we don't care about what others will say, even though we fight to believe we are not scared. Scared of future, our future.
But, we are society right?
Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and thoughts...
Phobia, phobias. Fear. Pain. Loose. Darkness. Death. Hell. Heaven. Demons. Angels. Beliefs. Dreams. Nightmares. Break. Black. White. Colour absence. Emptiness. Trance. Fullness. We...
In and out we keep a mask. For everyone.
Who are you? Why are you here? What are you doing? How you feel? Are you happy? Why? WHY?
Are you sure about it?
Search. Deep. In. Your. Soul.
