Perhaps Its Just Me....

This world, as I am exposed to it day after day, sheds its disguise and reveals its ultimately superficial nature. Perhaps I have become what I dread, the cynic without a reason, but as I see it, we humans are not the moral compasses we attempt to emulate.

Friends, are people who are kind to you when convenient. Empathy is the fake emotion we put out, like a barrier, to hide the true and inadequate attempts at the understanding of others. Knowledge is the lie you tell yourself to protect yourself from what you do not really understand. Love, was once a genuine connection of two or more people. Now it has decayed into a superficial symbol of moral obligation.

What is my problem you ask? Why am I so "messed up"? Because the more I seem to try, the harder this world cruelly beats me down into another period of obedience. My bones will not seem to mend any longer, the cuts do not heal but flow freely now. The pain has become an old friend, the one thing I could always count on to stick around.

So here I sit after a two month absence, sitting in a pool of self loathing. At least its warm.