Thoughtful consumption.

Have you ever sat back and wondered... just thought about the possibilities.. the chances you mistook the lies you told, the people you deceived just to be something.. someone.. come out somewhere... have you wished so hard you could change the hands of time, back just a little to replace the insolence, the false pretense of the memories you fight so hard to keep?

Have you ever smiled and looked over you're shoulder knowing that the walk in closet you have to hold your skeletons was never.. deep enough... and yet you still cram the secrets known only to you, the memories you wish to in close in a vault to never escape to never be, ever again..

And Yet we still fight to hold on to what we could lose.. What matters least the insignificant things... The thises and thats that consume our morality......

Did you ever realize you take for granted the things that you knew you shouldn't... then when you're struggling.. wondering if there will be another meal... will there be another moment in which you no longer have to worry if theres enough to feed them and you, to make it just till the next check comes.... have you ever wondered.. what it would be like... to live the American dream?

And there are children who fight to be excepted in society who struggle to be something instead of nothing yet the irony of it is society can't except the way it's made itself.. and that it is nothing instead of something and the conformity is the tragedy and the non conformist are the ones who will come out on top and not rely on what society tells them...

Have you ever thought you were a robot nothing more then a worthless piece of machine set to do whatever master commanded of you... you can't think for yourself you only feel what you're "supposed" to feel and in the end you are still a hunk of metal who's only purpose is to do what the big man said.....

And those dreams you once had meant nothing, never would. You know.. When they said you could be anything, they Lied.. it was just a way to make people feel like they had some importance in life, when, you don't.....

Amounting to nothing is probably the best you could amount to in a world so screwed up... Running from demons, who only wish to posses the conscience mind and inform it.. there is no silver lining so stop wasting time in a building hoping some damn God will make life better.

Or the thoughts that flutter the human emotion that makes us all babbling fools.. The Wants.. No NEEDS that consume us, without it we are pathetic meaningless functions that can't compute the simplest of ideas... The others have that home which we seek in something no someone else.. to make us whole to complete the circle that was never meant to be completed.

When will we realize there will never be a "home" A place you can relax and forget all the insecurities, ..home is in the mind of the processor.. the mind that runs a million miles an hour.. the one you can never escape and therefore will never escape reality and the false ideal home in which we endlessly want, but we can never escape the memories, we can move to the end of the earth and still... something or someone will remind us of what we were running from in the first place.

And still we wonder.... if only, we had that once chance, we took that one path, we made that one decision, none of it would be like this.... And instead of blaming ourselves we blame a false insecurity that thing we call God.... We make excuses for why our lives are so distraught but never once, could we suck up the pride and admit it was our fault...

So on and so forth, the battle strives to have a reason.. a excuse to make it okay... will we ever be ok will we have have the memories we wanted to keep or will everything be lost....

We've made this life the way it is.... Love will never be what it once was that innocence, that feeling of unbelievable emotion... That security.. it will always be a need.... it will always be insecure, there will always be pain.... be it in memories, or in present.. there will always be fights and musunderstandisngs... love will never be perfect... love will never be what it once was...

If only... we could change the hands of time...