Slippage

Somehow, for a moment, I tricked myself into thinking that it'd be okay.
That I'm okay. Nothing is wrong, and I can be happy.
But it's been getting harder and harder to perform this trick.
I have nothing to be sad about,
Yet the small things add up. It only takes one speck of dirt to create a mountain.
Crying comes too easy now. I've always been depressed, but never...
I've never been lost.

This isn’t what I imagined.

I guess nothing ever is.

The human brain is a tricky little sliver of nature,

So many try to classify, label, name, title. I just want to let it be.

We are not more intelligent because dreams can now be interpreted,

They still cannot be achieved.

We are not better off with social networks,

Grouping friends in order of who matters more.

We all exist.

I know I’d be better off on my own,

But I need that attention, and my subconscious perceives it as affection.

It is what it is.

It just isn’t what I imagined.

It's Kind of a Funny Story...

It's funny how poets tend to spend more money than they earn on coffee and open mics.
It's funny how I get on the computer to work, but I spend all my time of Facebook re-posting pictures and quoting songs.
I read an ode to American English yesterday. It was the first time since fifth grade that I was proud to be American.
I think culture is a funny thing. The way it trains people to think. What if humans were solitary creatures? How would the world look?
It's funny how nobody asks questions but everybody has an answer. This is a general statement of course.
It's funny how people get offended by generalization but everybody wants to be included.
These are all general statements. It's easier than singling people out. And humans are all the same anyway, despite who individualistic we'd like to be.
It's funny how when you grow up, you begin to see the people you love for who they are. Not for what you expect them to be.
It's funny how we assume that we'll just end up like our parents. Even when we say we'll be better.
My mom. I love her, but I've realized that she's not as solid as I originally believed. She's only human. and we're all the same. No matter how much we'd like to think otherwise.