i wonder, what are we fighting for?
remember how the fallen leaves created an illusion around our feet? perfectly entwining their veins as too protect us from the mundane greyness, which desperately tried to force down barriers and pull itself deep inside of us. little horrors inflicting pain upon acquaintances and close friends alike - someone said we’d be the envy of the nation in our catastrophic daytimes, the seasons hastily changing leaving a deep unsatisfying need somewhere in my mind. boredom shattering the memories; outlandishly happy faces. and theses dreams of placidity, the promise of colour and shapes that are so very clean. trapping others in your deceiving utopia, because i just will no longer fall prey. it’s all about denial. how far you’ll really go to deny something is happening, because it’s just too complicated, too painful.