Fools Paradise

I wish the world was prettier than it actually is.
I feel so extinguished and saddened because I wish, I just wish I was in a different universe than this.
One that isn’t filled with so much rage and aggression and anguish and despair and horrible awful miserable devastation and loneliness.
I long for a world that is liberating. A place full of color and beauty, dreamers, adventure, peace, kindness, and simple joy from the sheer kiss of freedom.
A world without the constricting pressure of society and the absurdity of our social network. I wish this world weren’t so judgmental, so hateful, selfish.

Words can’t even describe how I feel.
It’s thick, and heavy. It weighs on my shoulders and neck. My throat. It lingers on my chest. It crushes my soul and shatters my heart.
I know I can’t fix it.
In the grand scheme of things, my dreams are a fools paradise, because this world is killing itself and I won’t live long enough to see it any differently.
Though I wish for more, the universe is too unkind, too harsh and sharp and unloving for such a thing to ever be different from what it is.