I am not my own person.
Ever since I was little, I have known that from the beginning and now I still do.
It was never easy, living life empty, motionless & waiting for days to pass by.
However, it was bearable and when glitter catches your eyes, you're gone.
You won't feel the shift but it is there. You won't feel the change but it is inevitable.
You are deluded by the society you live in; by the television you watch and by yourself.
You keep telling yourself that it's okay; everything's fine; but it is not. Glitter won over you. The brightness of the room covered your skeptical mind and in a matter of a moment, you smile and say to yourself:
"This is reality."
Reality of life in which we see it as fun, exciting, and wild.
Liberation is our middle name & Independence is what we call for.
But, too much of anything is too much.
Too much sex can kill you alive.
All these things surrounding us can be an infinite illusion of life.
Vida is gone.
She set out for a better post.
The people surrounding her are animals.
They don't know the things she called for.
Do not know what to do with her.
Vida is nothing to them.
She means nothing.
Her parents pursue casino all night long.
Her brothers enjoy blood & heads.
And Her, blinded by the darkness encompassing herself.
Where is she anyway? Where did Vida go?
Did she went far away? To the blood & war that sucked her in darkness?
To the screams she hears at night..
gunshots..
wails..
low unbearable laughter..
And the Last Breath.
The Last Word.
Had it been said by them? Did they say it?
Did anybody hear it?
No, because Vida was gone...
but I found her...
Lying there..
Alongside the bodies that were butchered by Sphinx.
