Things are so much predefined. In his office; a sterile environment where pollution comes about with a word.
Our society today. All the musts. Boring lives. Yours?
How come all the love letters in the world can’t change reality.
Is it another story of wants? Where is the true feeling?
Hands don’t type, thoughts do not flow out. Truth is not coming out.
Once more the truth is scary. It cuts sentences short. And once again everyone is alike having one single big difference.
He was made to be sad inside, more than you...
Control.
Sterile.
Silence.
Games.
Issues.
He was born happier inside, more than you...
fun,
laughter,
emotions,
care
discussions,
beauty
calmness.
Ideal?
Simple I’d say.
I hate every single day that goes by in negativity.
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