underneath the bridge.

he sees the world with new eyes every passing day. one day he sees humanity, wants to butcher them all in one blow, the next he can't help but to love everything that has ever existed anywhere. he likes to think of those as his good days, the days he's striving towards. if only he could live a life of love and peace and all the goodness in the world, only he's human himself, he is flawed to the point where he cannot manage to love or understand himself. but he can always keep trying, keep striving for that view of his 'perfect' life. he can burn more incense and weave more than letters across a page. he just has to let himself be taken over by it all. he just has to let himself be happy. his pangs of hunger wake him from his fantasy. he lives in a world run by closed-minded capitalist consumerists who don't see the beauty in things other than money and possessions. yet only see the power and the greed that leaves them blind to the rest of the world. they try to escape the harm reality of those who have nothing, struggling to live every day while they complain every time things don't go exactly as they plan, every time there are small imperfections in their life that inconvenience them in the slightest. they don't know fighting for anything other than greed.  he misses the lands of the faraway places childhood stories took him to, the Utopias and wonderlands where he grew up. he misses the times before people knew what it felt like to own anything. he misses living in ignorance to the redundancy of mankind.  <3 <3