Sometimes when you look at a smooth glass real hard, and you squint to get a better vision, you see some specks of broken glass underneath it. It’s like a menagerie of shattered feelings inside completely stable facade.
Well. One shouldn’t really expect.
So why do I? Something must be flawed. I asked that question so many times even after the dot was placed before my lips. Nothing more to go after the hush, but the stubborn cries are escaping the pouts.
Well. Someone once said that emotions are recyclable. Now that’s another reason to feel jaded. You experience, you hate, you love, and in the end, you lose yourself in the illusion that life is yet another noontime show with everyone laughing at you while you’re in the middle of that crowd, squirming. You feel that embarrassment of being there, you feel that hatred to yourself for being there, and mostly you ask just why the fuck you’re there and you have to go through all the pain of having to experience that embarrassment. And everytime, you feel that extreme pain in your head whenever you’re in that pit of endless repetition. Yes, it’s emotions recycled, indeed. The human emotions is way too vast a blur to wallow one’s self into, yet it’s something everybody just tries to conceal behind the pristine, powdered face.
So that can be very scary if instability would always be an issue. Everyone is just on a big floor of thin ice. But, according to most people, it is the instability that makes everyone unique, that makes everyone endearing.
Well. Welcome to the Grandest Show on Earth, where everyone is playing to be the toughest person to stay on thin ice. It’s just a fight between whose mask stays on perfectly longer than it should.
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