A Dash of Rain and A Flash of Salt

It seems to be a common phenomena, that a lot of things surrounding you suddenly seem so unfamiliar, alien even.


Like people. Aliens are people who alienate themselves or, and get alienated. That's a theory and I will never want to prove it. Yes, people seem that way, always.


It's a realization that, things never hardly change.




How about this for an image.


I see a box.
I move to the box.
I pick up the box.
I study the box.
I open the box.
The box is not a box.
The box makes a sound.
The box is ticking.
The box is a ticking bomb.
The box could kill me.
But
I try to fix the box.
I look at the bomb in the box.
I turn the box.
I try to understand the box.
The box does not stop ticking.
I realise it was never a box.
It was just a bomb.
And
It's too late.
Tick tock...



Everyone is as they seem as much as no one is not.

Just me, Wheat and Cheese

I don't think they'd understand.



That  just wanted to be thought of, that I'd like the chance to be included.





And it's not the first. After a thought or two, it seems that i'm desperate. And why shouldn't I be? Such company is hard to find and I honestly have lost all individual capacity to start afresh.

But the fact that I am not, just hints of a harsh reality, and only gives light to this sad realization that, I AM right, as we all love to be, no matter how wrong it turns out to be. And all this just erases all words spoken so reassure, that alone is how things are meant to be.


Everyone lies, including me, everyone is a monster, everyone only thinks of themselves and will not care if another person burns, unless maybe, just maybe if it burns them too.





Yes, i'm spiteful. And I smile because it's the best way to lie.