Music: Wreck Of The Day - Anna Nalick
You would think that after feeling the sting from the flame, you would know better but to play with fire ever again. But no. Like a moth drawn to the flame, you keep going back. Hypnotized by the bright light that does nothing but inflict pain onto raw damaged flesh. Just like a moth-- consumed by the fire it danced with.
There's just so many layers you can put on before you end up looking transparent again. Who are you trying to fool? The world, or yourself? Honestly, they see through you. And eventually, they see what you're trying to put off. So why bother, you ask? Because that's the only thing you're familiar with. We're all in a big masked ball-- changing masks with every twirl of the finger. At the end of the day, you never know who you really are because you were too busy playing someone else, swaying aimlessly to the beat of the music.
I've given up on people. Here's a sobering thought: Why put your faith or trust in another flawed human being?
It's getting better but some days, I can't help but shed a tear for you. You've proven me right, sadly. And everything tangible I had of you is slowly disappearing into thin air. Such was us. As fragile as thin ice, as thread, as life itself. Flawed you are but perfect promises you gave. What does that say of you? Courageous? Or simply delusional. I'm afraid and terribly sorry that my resistance may not seem to be distance enough for you.
As I sleep another night away like a horrible routine, accompanied by dreams plagued by reality, I can't help but just wonder of what tomorrow will hold.
I've learned not to expect or to hope. It's time I lived up to it.
