Thursday, December 17, 2009

The plan revamped, processed to fit man. To make him grasp on to a vague notion that everything will be okay. The desperate, the heartless dragged down by a crippled will that hides its face in shame. There's too much pride to swallow in one gulp. It was so comical but as it turned out, I did not break into laughter. I wasn't laughing. I'm so sick of seeing the same role played with each possession gained. The smile on your face grows along with the void in your heart. "Money brings happiness", it was so well written. I detest your perfection and I choose to kill the script. I choose to act my way.

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