If you stopped to think about the monsters we are, you’d have a righteous resentment for the skin you’re in. Have you ever thought about it before the night fell on the sun? Do you still daydream? Stuck in a circle without a voice, possibly?
It could be that your skin happens to suffocate you if you don’t hydrate and moisturize it routinely and effectively.
Just might be the body with those damn cravings for food, sex, and stimulation.
Have you ever thought that your mind is a manipulator? It has a special area for pain to be felt and controlled. It is malleable and as weak as ground beef without your bone helmet. It is the driving force of your being.
Now you know we were born slaves for life.
Before it even started.
We are not smart, we are not clever, we are not beautiful.
People, we are slaves trying to save eachother from our own hands.
A free man is death’s friend who does not fear his hand.
It’s not as serious as we make it sound.
_Theoneroomwithwordsandstuff,man_
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this really was interesting to read. we are monsters.