SHE WAS HE [Not edited, for now]

Empty

Isn't it a waste? We have this wonderful world given by the Creator, full of blue, of vast blue in the sky and in the ocean. We got the green, the plants that generates our oxygen. White in winter, orange in the sunset, red from a canary flying by, purple from flowers, yellow from bees. All this where given to us as a gift that would allow us to appreciate life itself, of course that's not enough for us humans. We prefer watch the blue behind a small screen, our favorite green is paper used to exchange goods, we escape from the winter instead of being grateful for a change of phase in our routines.

The sunset, the canary, the flowers and the bees. We stopped looking at them and marvel at their beauty. Stopped because we got distracted by our own world of bubbles and at always that bubble got to burst at some point.

Currently my bubble burst by the sound of loud, on-beat music, and that's my cue to stop observing the colorful lights that hang from the night club ceiling and to stop wondering their ridiculous purpose. Now back to my purpose on being in a energetic environment, full of alcohol without doubt. A woman, that is my purpose, I need a woman to test a theory. That's why I stand elegantly with a margarita in hand, giving seductive looks to every direction, hoping to have a catch or be someones catch, at this point, I really don't give a damn, I'm desperate for an answer.

Two and a half margaritas later, nothing happens. Less courage and frustration levels going up. I put down the margarita to a table close to me and start walking towards the restroom. Walking? More like struggling in between the sweaty bodies. Honestly I can't get how nobody faints from the heats that this place accumulates, is it worth it, to get so drunk that you have to throw your brains out?

I tried it but never understood this kind of life. Going to nightclubs or parties, laughing like there is nothing absolutely wrong with society, work, friends or anything of the sort. Drinking and drinking until you forget your name, not worrying where you might crash for the night. Only two kinds of people are fit to this type of living style. Either adventurous people who are thrilled by danger and are excited by every unknown factor that life throws at them. Or people who don't have anything to lose because they don't have nothing at all.

The later I refer to the type of person who still don't know how to live or have no driven passion to the concept of living. They are just trying a little bit of everything to fill that void in their souls, to create or find a force of will to get out of bed each day, to inhale with fulfillment and exhale with joy. After all, humans are insatiable.

Since the beginning of times, wild animals were killed so we can used their skin to survive the cold climates. Spears were used to killed them so we could eat and survive another day,but we evolved. Mankind was able to: create civilizations, to educate themselves, to produce food and clothes, to reserve water and to advance technology. The accomplishments were vast, there was no need to make the animals suffer anymore, as I was saying, insatiable. A cow is slaughter to be converted in to a leather jacket for men. A crocodile skin is converted to a right foot boot while a snake makes the left foot boot. Rabbit fur seems fitting for a house decoration, new gift for the housewife.

Vanity, that's what humans are made of now days. Then again, maybe they are trying to use vanity to fill that empty vase that resides inside. The feeling of fulfillment. Isn't that why people get addicted to stuff? Cocaine, Heroin, Selfies, shopping, work, games, social media, vicodin, etc. People get desperate, like when you got a itch that you can't reach, you try every edge available in your house but eventually you end with a bruise or a scratch.

As I splash my face with water, deeply breathing, I look myself in the mirror. Just at that exact moment I realize that desperation is reaching to me and soon I'll fall from the cliff to hit rock bottom. My phone starts to vibrate at the back pocket of my jeans, I grab it to see the caller's name. "Kaleb"