“You are the dream that I can't remember but can't forget.”

Current mood: unconvinced


Love is blind. Lying even as we breath. Teaching children to do what we cannot. They wont and whose to blame. Laugh out loud at the seriousness of it all. Truth equal to a fairy tale. Beauty is a standard that even love obeys. Skin deep and all that jazz. Fashion on Sirens and Fairies. They lead the lie. We rush to conform. Cows charging into the darkest hour. Desperate and pathetic we deceive ourselves until our souls burn and hearts burst.

Natural is filthy and plastic is perfection. This is the truth of our world. Reality will never be enough.