What a harrowing thought…

Did I die inside?

If you’ve had the same door open, you’ll know what it means, what that feeling is.

The dystopian indifference, empathy that was never there for you, grief.

You changed and there was no getting over it, not really.

You might wear a new mask, one with a smile, you may even try to be there for people, to help, save them from themselves and their, our shallow existence, yet you know it doesn’t matter because you died inside a long time ago.

Well, shit. I didn’t see that one coming.

What animal would you be?

Most people say a bird
To fly, be free, to go anywhere would be their dream
Of course they can do this already as a human, they just don’t
People like the idea of freedom more than the reality
Secretly we like our gilded cages
Our routine life
It’s safety
Well, everyone except Vegans, they’d probably want to come back as a plant or some shit.