We search for the perfect combination of chemicals for seemingly our entire lives.
People devote their every breath for even just a second to feel this.
For that smile to spread across their face.
For the weight on their heart to be lifted.
To be able to look into your past and wonder why you were ever so depressed.
They must be confused.
They go searching for their happiness in big chain stores,
Handfuls of the money they nearly killed themselves to earn.
Trudging up their tired feet up and down isles of things they will never need.
How could staring at these meaningless objects fulfill your desire to one day be happy?
The racks of poorly manufactured clothing you're passing...
...that is not where happiness is hiding.
We are consumers being fed the web of lies intertwined with objects carrying "Made in China" labels.
Did I say fed?
It is being forcefully shoved down our throats by an uncaring pale hand with an evil grin and a thirst for corrupt power.
We have become so accustomed to this. So much so that we elatedly place the money we came home late for in the pale hand, adjusts our bibs, and open our mouths; awaiting today's serving of trends we think we need to make ourselves happy.
Are we consumers?
Or have we been consumed?
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Numbing Waves
ПоэзияA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
