buttonhole merengue

One day in the week made me go back to my childhood, a day where everything seemed combed and ironed into the silken appearance of all being right, under control and a display for the outside world. I went back and again saw those same sanctimonious faces. People who put themselves on a pedestal, want to be seen, but I could only see the lies and the misery they're in of their own making. I still can only see the veiled deceit of the convention and indoctrination.

I hope you'll enjoy these words, let me know when you do,

A thank you in advance.