| Friday, September 16, 2011
conflict is something to relish. For who could say that a life had been lived well without conflicts and hardships to blunt and round edges, and create the spiky exterior that creeps silently behind the polished facade.
The best actress statuettes, lines and lines of polished gleaming gold winking brightly from behind the glass.
You see what you see, seeing is believing, Believe a lie.
Or not, really. Not singular but plural.
Creation.
An exterior of weirdness, of optimism, of cluelessness.
An interior of childishness and lunacy.
Hidden beneath all these you will not see what no one will see.
We hope and dream for what we cannot achieve.
Or rather for what we can only achieve in our daydreams.
Precisely why we daydream, to see the pretty world created of violet clouds and happy rain
This, though, was not a dream.
Rather a wish, a fervent one at that.
A wish repeatedly denied in the past, but one I hoped could be fulfilled. Soon. I now know it won't be know.
Two. One would never be, the other maybe, just maybe. But now the two candidates have failed, and the waiting room is full of cobwebs.
Mirror mirror on the wall, you'll be a true friend won't you. But ohwait are you not an actress too? Maybe we should hone our craft together.
This was known for a long time, though. Chances, so many of them, we give more than we receive, to the wrong people who do not care.
Child go home don't stay out in the streets pretending to be who you are don't try to lead a life you shouldn't. I would say don't be someone you aren't, but really who are you? You know who you are, but that self, hidden so deep within the child had shriveled within the darkened heart, waiting for something, someone, to help destroy the shackles.
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