How human.

For all that is real, the touch of something solid. The feel of the air as it wraps itself around you. The beauty of the sun as it bathe's you in warmth. There is a deception.

Humanity is frivolous and corrupt. We hide behind masks of contempt and hate. Blindly stumbling our path clearly figured in black. Kicking compassion aside as we hurdle towards the joy of bliss. To have it all, the power, wealth, fame that position entails.


I've become numb to the sensation of growth. Standing blankly and feeling a weight as it builds through me. My bone's turn lucid and break from the burdens I see; the one I carry. Life is a masquerade in which we walk, from each partner showing only what we want them to see. Never inside do we share the innermost fear or beauty that hides.

It's a ball, a dance that is never ending. I grow tired of the mocking faces, the backward feel of knowing they have a secret. Their thoughts broken in form never knowing light. A forced smiled, frozen in eternity.

How pathetically imperfect they never realize they are. Even those that claim to be children of god.

How human.