Monochrome

Life is just a dull piece of picture. A monochrome one. A colorless one without any vibrancy.
It is dull.
It is dry.
It is dreadful.

What has life got to do with us? Why are we subjected to living this cruel, dull life.
Only love can dissolve this coldness, this numbness. But thats bullshit.
Love is fake.
Love is nonexistent.
It is ethereal.

It is a fabrication of the mind, it is the ghost of affection. Its not there, it will never be there.
Human interactions are superficial, they are calculating. And its getting tiring

Every single day you wake up to please others.
To please those around you.
Please your parents,
please your friends,
please everyone.

But did you please yourself? Or are you just a cold heartless, artless slave to the manacles of  society - chained and bound by these expectations? Zombified, heartless, you live to please.
Ironically, it is yourself that you will fail to please.

One day you'll find something to life maybe. One day you'll get past the disappointments, the sad hard truths.the lies, the masks. The layers of makeup they use to conceal their feelings.

But till that day.

Hang on