And the Tulips...

-->If there were any left.<--

In the end, we all become the thing we swore we'd never become. The thing we hate the most. But, we're too comfortable to do anything about it. So? We lie to ourselves in order to justify it. False realities in order to escape our own. We play games, we read books, watch movies, do drugs, in order to numb the pain of the shock we got when we came out of the comfy womb and out into the world. That first painful breath that made us scream to the top of our lungs. We didn't like it. We wanted to stay inside our mommies' tummies. Because the world is so cold and painful. That kind of pain you get in your lungs when you've been running on a cold day. We all become the enemy and nobody gives enough shit to change it. Why? Because it doesn't matter. Who cares if we all hate ourselves? How does that impact this god forsaken planet? It doesn't. God laughs as we attempt to make ourselves successful with a large family. Why do we care? How does any of society's pretenses make anything better? We are just flesh, bones, and emotions. We like good weed, orgasms, money, and material items. We are animals, nobody likes to accept that, because its too gruesome to think about. We try to be high and mighty with sky scrapers, and dollar bills, but what does any of that amount to in the end? We all lie to ourselves in order to make the day bearable. Every moment is insignificant, and we barely remember any of them. We forget moments, hours, days, weeks, years. We're all wasting time. But that's the point of time isn't it? To waste it. So. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time? YES. Because there is no point if it doesn't have to come to an end. You were born alone and you will die alone. You've been lying to yourself ever since you took that first breath out of the womb. And you will lie to yourself until the day you take your last. Who are you? That's the thing: No One. You are no one. You are alone. You lie everyday you step out of your bed. You think: Life isn't so bad. That is a lie. You look at yourself in the mirror and think : I like myself. That is a lie. Nobody truly likes themselves because we're all the exact thing we've always hated. And that will never change, because we're too comfortable to make it change. And what's wrong with that? Does it matter? Does anything matter? No. You are no one. You are alone. You lie to yourself everyday. You will not change. And it doesn't even matter.