Sick people

We are sick people and we will never be satisfied. We have anger that brews in our hearts. Our disappointments and sadness spice up our resentments.  We are corrupted as they come, gnawing at ankles so people can't walk. How can we expect an unreactive reaction? I am sorry, but are we expecting a slap of silence? Humility in their stares? An attack through their stillness? That is ridiculous. That isn't real. You know what is real? This world is real. Real as we can be, creating illusions to face reality. To show what is true... by masking in deception. I hate this world. I hate us. I hate what we become, every day that passes by. I hate what we come across just because of what we lay on the paths of others.

Room for room

They always say make room for this or that. We need to make room for room. Take the time to see if we can allow ourselves to wind down and come up with ways to fit in more.  To keep including. To keep inviting and letting more and more impact you. That is something we must prepare ourselves for. Otherwise, if we skip this step, we will find ourselves rushing through. Confused. Questioning why we aren't getting enough time to put enough in us. Let's take a breather. Let's wrap ourselves in creaming orders so we can rub it in our pores. Let it smoothen out our ridges and melt away friction.