We spoiled our goods
Life ain’t gone to hell when you’ve seen the face of a man whos been through shit, then you are forced to object to your silly depressed state of mind and tear through it like a transformation from catepillar to butterfly. Selling your misery like a salesman to find a sale in the breast and legs of a women or to be understood and cried for like silly love movie. But life ain’t like the movies, and it definitely don’t end happy, until you realize your face the next day ain’t like the same it used to be, it’s got a new texture, a new look, its disfigured, the feeling is awkward and the taste of life is gone, but you cry yourself to sleep at night waiting to wake up from this perpetual nightmare, but things are the way they are, this is reality and it’s horrible if you can’t handle it’s overwhelming affairs. In the mirror, you give yourself stares, only to recognized you had your goods corrupted by your evils and when the awareness of our corrupted goods have been known, we desire it back like a a daydream, to be reconciled with it once again like a lost photo. We are spoiled goods and God ain’t happy with how we are handling our lives, perhaps if we learn how to find happiness in matter and atoms, then we’ll learn to how love and honor God with what little he will give us. We can start by simply appreciating the function of breathing! Maybe you don’t realize it yet, but I hope one day you do, because I’m forever be haunted by the face of a man who taught me things just by his stare of his eyes, they lure you deeper than wonderland, it’s evolving to know you’ve been a fool for so long.
