Of Monsters and Men

They said there is more to every person than meets the eye and I always disagreed with that generalization. Because some are poets and others are poetry. Some are empaths and others are sociopaths. And sometimes one selfish person can be nothing more. And maybe we need to stop emptying our palletes on canvases resistant to our water colours.

What they say is a sorry excuse to hope that a person could be more than just a person. There are unfeeling inflexibilities that separate and should be respected.

You learn it the hard way. The painfully patient hope that makes you realize how indisputably alone you are in your hoaxes and stage traps. Nobody would look in there. Because some of us are content scratching the surface. Some of us are just less dense than water.

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