In strange places, among strangers, normal things happen that make people want to change everything about themselves and their lives. These normal things are only as normal as the people are strangers to them.
Change is constant, its the only balance that a mind has against the working of the brain, this combination is very extraordinary , it cant make u lvive in peace and will ensure you cant die easy.
Emotions are mans enemies and best friends, they can make you go places, do things, live a life, all in the blink of an eye and then make you carry on with not as much convention. There are things and ways to overcome emotions, unless not to overcome them. There are still emotions that evade you, that bite you in your ass, that are evil, that take longer to heal. It's the most powerful drug and a killer at that.
Time heals all wounds but the hurt that it gives u is also a bitch and that is not just the only thing, laughter gets stale, life gets monotonously plastic, artificial is the name of the new game.
Its not the faking that gets to you, it’s the time that bruises faking further, it makes thing go into a blur, your true feelings go haywire and you don’t know anymore what is right or wrong. Its always peoples perceptions and what others think that jog my mind into believing how important endorsements of your views by the people around is important. Personally I don’t give a shit but at times i'm just ethereal because there is no one else there, no one..... no one.
