{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: blues clues

I've come to recognize

this uprising trend of dark

pitiful melancholy.

An ugly blueness worn on faceless ghosts-

soulless beings of once Kings and Queens.

Black tees and shadowed silhouettes became

the fashion of our generation.

Lines both parallel and adjoined

like emblems on their skins.

And those whose smiles are merely just 

a natural default- are frowned upon with disdain.

And so they become more depressed

in shadows of the masses.

Ergo in this black and white, 

they all pretend to be content

but only lie to the fractured self- destructive mask

they've become so accustomed to. And so loathe themselves.

And become angrier.

Pain may demand to be felt but

happiness deserves to be earned. 

Sometimes withdrawn is not a personality

but a condition of your circumstances.

Hence, you should not settle or succumb

to the plague befallen on us all.

And so roar, uplift your head and eyes to the sky.

Inhale all that is majestic.

Feel the colors and its textures on your skin.

Touch the yellow sun with your fingertips

and scream and laugh

and feed your bones with the fervor

that I know,

is an abstract sensation of enriched freedom

and all that is pleasant.

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎  

stop enslaving yourselves with sadness and following those who depress themselves. be thankful or you'll destroy yourself like the masses.