20/04/2024
HIDING IN THE AILE:
"We are all sinners".
Humanity's reflection smacked her right in the face. Causing a nasty bruise that would for certain turn a pinkish purple later on.
"No amount of sparkle or colours will make up for the ugliness we carry in our hearts", the yellow-suited lady said, echoing her thoughts from behind her.
Because thoughts float in the air. We can carry them, make them ours or set them free. We can choose to set the whole world free actually. It is our choice.
"The great mistake here is that there is no us versus them." She nodded to the lady.
"Hurt is a chain reaction that will never end if we don't grow up" she said folding the perfectly cut t-shirts.
The mental age of the world is currently 4-year-olds fighting over shiny toys. This behaviour seeps out into a heavy fog surrounding us all.
The lady sighed. Waited a second, debated, before saying: "You'll find me in the colours hiding from my own responsibility." She stood tall in her truth and walked away from the horrible and serious conversation.
Colours are fun.
The cruel face of reality is no fun. Let's carry on.
