Blind world
Once again the world is blind. I'm sitting down trying to smile because it looks better on a woman in a broken outfit. Or a broken heart. Or whatever. Drinking liquids just to get on time. Eating is overrated.
Thoughts are forbidden, no person is allowed to think with their own brain. Brains doesn't exist anymore.
Working on my outfit so I can get a good job and build myself my own house in this darkness of society, there's no one to tell me I am good enough, empowering speeches are already installed in our heads and there're cute clips of kittens and puppies if we're about to break, so that we can move forward and don't give a damn about feelings.
When you feel you get weak, when you are weak you are unable to work effectively, weakness isn't necessarily a bad thing because there is still some beauty to it. But here, you will get caught, simply by telling somebody that you love them, you break the rules that exist for humanity to work.
The world is dead. But it still works. We are walking computers that can download whatever we want to have in our bodies. But somehow... I come to senses and start to think again. Especially not in public, of course, but as long as no one knows about it. I have my moments. Maybe moments of truth..