I shed a tear on a dead cactus today, and hoped that it would wake.
But it didn't.
I guess the movies lied. I guess we can't all be Matilda, and move objects with our eyes.
I guess fights don't always mean makeup sex, sometimes lies don't turn out for the best.
Reality is more than the hero pulling through, sometimes the villian does too, and the battle continues through eternity, casualties are many, survivors are few.
I guess love is not a picture perfect affair, with well orchestrated fights and beautifully shed tears. Sometimes we can't share all our fears, sometimes we are selfish with our dreams, possessive with our ideas.
I'm beginning to believe that we won't find world peace, there's too much hatred in these streets, discrimination is lurking behind bleached teeth.
Bleached skins and plastic grins, blaming entertainment industries to defend the very basic inferiority. Hide your identity in the search for popularity, acceptance and belonging more important than sanity. Exchange sane for fame, nobody sees the emperors new clothes but everybody's ordering the same, the makers of the magic fabric smiling, create the need for conformity to increase their gain.
I guess honest politicians are as real as santa's elves, the only change that would mean anything is the change within ourselves. No leader is getting paid for giving a damn, its all a craftily projected plan,international relations and diplomacy all part of a big conspiracy and the painful truth is that we revel in our ignorance so none of us can see.
Illiterate supporting of political parties, archaic ideologies, on the basis of family history or tribality.
The very basis of governance has been snatched from we the peoples hands, the same way they are snatching our lands, but fuck it, all we want are literal political parties, organise a rally, play some music and let's dance.
Idolise the villains and canonise the heroes, we're only shown one side of the story, and even that is seen through smoke, so many bombs are dropped that it's an everyday deal, literally burning bodies to power industries, and we can't see that the Holocaust is still real.
But humanity is like cacti, the poster child for hope. Because in the face of such adverse diversity we continue to grow. Inventions are made, children are born, artistes are delighted to perform. Beauty is seen, rarely, but still. We get a little money, call homies, we chill. We laugh. We ignore our pain.
Because no matter how dry the desert gets, every once in a while it recieves rain.
