Friday, November 25, 2011

Life = a masquerade

Hi guys. I'm sorry I haven't been writing in a while, but I've been busy with school. Today I remembered something very important about the people. They always want to seem something they aren't. It's not they're not good persons, or they don't have enough talents, but they just need something else. Sometimes I wonder why, and sometimes the answers.

Welcome to  the masquerade. Here you will find impressive costumes and beautiful masks, insidious creatures, angels, but who are they? Their names fade away with the night. That happens with those who are not real, who only want to be acclaimed for something, it doesn't matter what, just being in the center of the attention gives them satisfaction.

Please, enter this room; here you'll find incredible lies to build up your perfect life, here you'll find advice on how to kill feelings, but what you're actually going to do is to destroy the very last drop of truth in your eyes. Why? Why is it you who isn't pleased with life? How much the satisfaction lasts? An hour? A day? A week? How much do you have to suffer to get on moving with your false hobbies, broken dreams and naive personalities? And even when you say "thank you", is that a real "thank you"? Did you mean it? Or you'll just stab me in the back when I turn around. 

Is this costume of a warrior helping you hide your cowardliness? Is this you? Can you recognize yourself in the mirror? All dressed up, speaking some strange words that don't define you, talking to high class people and making your real friends losers? Who are you? Still remember that?

Welcome to the Masquerade...