"I don't really know you, and you don't really know me...there is always a chance that both of us turn-out to be fake...everything possible in this wretched world...then again what is fake? How can we decide who is fake? Is being not who you claim to be make you fake? If that's the case then half of this planet's population is fake! Can there be something else? I don't know...and I don't think I want to find out...
We are simply words written to each other, then read by each other...but words are not emotions nor feelings, they are a mere attempt to describe such emotions or feelings...or maybe it's an attempt to imitate such emotions and feelings...I'm not sure...it might even be just another mask that we hide behind, trying desperately to hide our true identity...maybe it's the identity that's obvious to the ones around us, or the identity that no one knows about. Everybody has their secrets...everybody has their demons...
But what do we seek? Maybe we seek friendships...fun...killing time...or do we seek something more? Can we be searching for redemption in our own ways? Redemption for things that we did...redemption for things that we never did...I don't know, but I do wonder" |
Submission Name: Thoughts of a Troubled Mind
