Invisible rejection interjected into our realities by the silent infastructure of lies and insecurities that drive us beyond our means and let us pretend that we see is a dream
It is actually our really compacted into a set of simple ideas that someone else thought would be good to package as alternatives to our current way of thinking
Nothing is less interesting that the lack of substance in a world that claims to contain so much
Places, people, and things is all we have
And we have more if you count everything out of frustration, anger or any other negative emotion that we painted in black
We painted love in black, and it will never be the same
Passion pushes people apart and the ashes of what was dance in the flames
Isn’t that why we feel like we got burned?
Or was our passion too much to handle?
Were we not enough? No
The other person was not good enough
And they gave you no actual reason to give a fuck
I agree with the guy who said “empathy is the poor man’s cocaine, and love is just a chemical by any other name” on a song called Burn Fetish
He can’t be burned anymore because he’s dead
Obeeda Poetry 