If you can just take a moment and look into this guy's eyes and really try to focus. just for a bit. Focus really hard...

Its almost a natural state for us, to not be what we really are. It is like a name. Nobody wants to their real names to be known. Not really. It is almost as if knowing somebody's real, true, name gives us power over them. We can then tell them to our every bidding. Why? I don't fucking know, now do I? it is just a little bit weird, but hey, goes hand in hand with the rest of the shit we call human nature, doesn't it?

We are sneaky little shits of the highest order. If there is way to hide even the most simplest and harmless of truths, we would do it in the blink of an eye. Even from our own mothers. Come to think of it, we seem to enjoy it. We like deceptions, don't we?

I imagine it is something of a process. Laborious, but not altogether lacking in excitement. In fact, it is quite exciting indeed. Literally we first begin by taking imaginary slices of hard bark and gluing it on the surface of our bodies, preferably with long-lasting, firm adhesives. Then we literally start painting ourselves in whatever manner we feel like. Do we like to be garish and bright? Or perhaps just this shade of gray and plain? In any case, that is who we are, artistes in our own rights. Brilliant at covering up what is really there. Or maybe covering up the truth that there really nothing underneath. Either way.

At this point, you might be expecting me to go and and talk about how this is not a good thing, but heck, for a change, I won't. It's too fucking stupid. Seriously. We like to lie too much, for no apparent reason, and we like to use the most idiotically convoluted ways of covering up reality. The stupidity of it speaks for itself. You make your own call on this one.

Stars

silver light,
pierces the night,
comes the new divine,
and for all the waiting,
it lifts away the fallen time

Grace of the night,
where falling stars shine,
fingertips raised,
a gentle heart that cries,
for the dying light

in her tiny hands,
life resides within light,
reaches out
touching the sky,
sets the stars alight