There are a lot of things we don't know about...no one is smart..it's just that we all have different levels of idiocy..
Souls living inside dying machines...a machine that prevents our soul from seeing what is forbidden and believing what is impossible.
Why don't we just become extinct and set ourselves free!...we are bigger than these wires and insulating sheets...
Well..too dumb to realize the forthcoming.
Dying won't make us fragile...It would only shift the semblance.
Why aren't you like me? Capable of seeing the unseen!!
A movement. A gesture. A tone. A look. An aura.
Why aren't you like me? Feeling like a foreign creature in a cloudy dream.
It's kinda hard to understand everyone and never be understood...looks like I'm living in a world different from yours.
Is it weird to feel that you are behind me without looking? Or knowing that you are in a crowded room without even spotting you?
What if i told you I know what you are going to say! Would you freak out or remain?
Can I tell you how you talk, walk, stare or complain?
I've been searching for so long but to no avail.
Grace or Curse??
Who told you that no one can see what happens on the dark side of the moon? I promise..it's no good.
The anger, the hatred, the loathing or the secrets that you thought you could hide....when I find them, will you be alright?
I've meant no harm...It's just that my wires and sheets are torn apart...
Maybe a mortal fault in my code..or an evergreen flaw in this world.
