There used to be a world for us.
A place to go after paying a monthly tribute.
A place where we could be and do what we want.
Where the struggles and injustices of the day just flow away.
And you can finally just relax and have fun.
But that world is dying; much like that thing you call your life.
That thing where you receive blessings of many blobs of insecurities that in turn spout out more insecurities.
Until finally an ocean is created and those who don’t fit the norm are left on the shore to be labeled as defective.
Marked with names that crash into you relentlessly only to let up every once in a while to give you false hope.
And as you listen to the cries of the seagulls snatching away the picnics of families you cover your ears and try to hold on as long as you can.
You watch as everything around you is slowly swept away, eventually leaving you standing there, with nothing.
Blobs start to surround you saying, “I love you”, “I’m here for you” while at the same time locking you away, and telling you, “It’s for your own good”.
You get tired of this; of everything.
Tired of the mistakes, the lies, and most of all, the lack of understanding.
You just let go, letting yourself be washed away, hoping that you just dissolve into the water and disappear.
You turn back to the shore one last time and look at the computer screen, as it turns off forever, and everything turns gray.