Creatures all around these halls. Quiet things as they are. Oh, I'm a creature too, just like them. We're not so different but I'm not going to say we're all the same. I watch them at a distance and they are probably doing the same.

We are things that persist in not persisting. We have nothing to say for the things we love. Maybe our words will make the other hate us, think we're stupid. Ego is a pathetic notion and comfort for those who need nothing but just that. It's easy not to try when we're all free flowing avatars behind a silent wall. The form is pretty enough...I guess.

We hide behind jokes and humor, use others works and feelings, personality and struggles as covers for being noticed ourselves. We can go so far but we're still parasites at the center. Sometimes we're blind or maybe we're choosing not to see. The horizon expands ahead of ourselves and the words are all there. We can read them just fine but we want to excuse ourselves from having to understand them. The colors are so nice though.

We're busy doing nothing because we don't want to try so hard doing little of anything. We eat what we love but we're not thinking about the maker of the food. We don't think about the ingredients put into the cake, where it's coming from on the production line. We just eat it and be on our merry day without the progressive thought above the notion. We love the sweetness, we care little for the origin. This reminds me of something else completely off subject but let me tell you any way because I can't function with any concept of originality than what I see on a daily basis.

We're odd creatures, all of us. Wearing the masks and breaking our hearts. We're losing our minds and trying to make sense of all the rules we put in place because fuck it, let's all burn before we're really burning. We're so busy talking and not finding the notions to listen. We're so busy being captivated by the notion how odd we are that we're not relishing the nature of that alternative identity. Fires in our heads and we're somehow stupid enough to keep insisting we water down the flames because.....because everyone is doing it.

Odd creatures....