i'll be there as soon as i can.
"You have to make the right choice. As long as you don't choose, everything remains possible."
- Nemo Nobody, Mr Nobody
- Nemo Nobody, Mr Nobody
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What do you see in my eyes when I talk to you?
They are just a pair of eyes,
like two pools of water.
They are just a pair of eyes,
with a pupil in each eye.
They are just a pair of eyes,
looking back at you.
They are just a pair of eyes,
looking.
"The eyes are the windows to the soul."
When you look into my eyes,
do you see emotion?
Do eyes really portray feelings?
Define lifeless eyes.
Eyes.
They are just eyes.
A pair of eyes,
that look around.
They are just eyes.
Eyes don't show you emotions,
not on it's own.
Am I forgetting something?
Tears?
If you covered every other facial feature,
only focusing on the eyes.
Would you be able to tell how happy one is,
based on pupil dilation?
Or whatever other medical or scientific term
describes it as.
Tears.
Are they a giveaway?
Oh, such pondering
over something so small.
Eyes.
Lies.
Could eyes be a giveaway
when someone tells a lie?
Stare at me and tell me that you're fine.
I would.
Altruistic?
Altruistic lies?
What are those?
Are they real lies?
Altruistic lies.
So you're telling me,
you're lying to me
for the benefit
of myself?
Or vice versa.
Let me try it again.
I am lying to you
for your own good.
I lied any way,
so I shall just.... self-blame.
Altruistic?
For your own good?
For the benefit of myself?
What kind of lies are these?
Self-less?
Making a lie to make someone feel better,
could that be selfish?
The person believes your altruistic lie,
should you feel bad?
Should you
blame yourself?
Why are we always blaming ourselves?
Why are we always finding faults in ourselves?
What's the matter with us?
Are we just trying to get people to comfort us?
Are we just trying to comfort ourselves?
Are we just trying to psycho ourselves?
What's the matter with me?
Why do we blame?
Why do we get angry?
Why do we tell ourselves that we're not good enough?
Why do we feel that we're not good enough?
Do we just need someone to tell us
an altruistic lie?
Do we need someone to tell us that we're more than worthy,
that we're not all that bad,
faults are inevitable,
it's okay to break down once in awhile.
Are those....
altruistic lies?
Faults will always exist.
We will always want to strive for more.
We will always blame others for our own mistakes.
We will always get angry.
Fact,
right at you.
When exactly do we need an altruistic lie?
We don't.
We don't ever need to be lied to.
We don't even need tact.
Packing a bomb into a box,
then wrapping it with colourful wrapping paper
and ribbons and a pretty card
doesn't change the fact that it is a bomb.
Humans.
Humans trying to take control;
taking control of everything,
they think they can manipulate.
But who exactly are they deceiving?
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"There comes a time in life where everything seems narrow. Choices have been made. I can only choose to carry on. I know myself like the back of my hand. I can predict my every reaction. My life has been cast in cement with airbags and seatbelts. I've done everything to reach this point and now that I'm here, I'm fucking bored. The hardest thing is knowing whether I'm still alive."
What do you see in my eyes when I talk to you?
They are just a pair of eyes,
like two pools of water.
They are just a pair of eyes,
with a pupil in each eye.
They are just a pair of eyes,
looking back at you.
They are just a pair of eyes,
looking.
"The eyes are the windows to the soul."
When you look into my eyes,
do you see emotion?
Do eyes really portray feelings?
Define lifeless eyes.
Eyes.
They are just eyes.
A pair of eyes,
that look around.
They are just eyes.
Eyes don't show you emotions,
not on it's own.
Am I forgetting something?
Tears?
If you covered every other facial feature,
only focusing on the eyes.
Would you be able to tell how happy one is,
based on pupil dilation?
Or whatever other medical or scientific term
describes it as.
Tears.
Are they a giveaway?
Oh, such pondering
over something so small.
Eyes.
Lies.
Could eyes be a giveaway
when someone tells a lie?
Stare at me and tell me that you're fine.
I would.
Altruistic?
Altruistic lies?
What are those?
Are they real lies?
Altruistic lies.
So you're telling me,
you're lying to me
for the benefit
of myself?
Or vice versa.
Let me try it again.
I am lying to you
for your own good.
I lied any way,
so I shall just.... self-blame.
Altruistic?
For your own good?
For the benefit of myself?
What kind of lies are these?
Self-less?
Making a lie to make someone feel better,
could that be selfish?
The person believes your altruistic lie,
should you feel bad?
Should you
blame yourself?
Why are we always blaming ourselves?
Why are we always finding faults in ourselves?
What's the matter with us?
Are we just trying to get people to comfort us?
Are we just trying to comfort ourselves?
Are we just trying to psycho ourselves?
What's the matter with me?
Why do we blame?
Why do we get angry?
Why do we tell ourselves that we're not good enough?
Why do we feel that we're not good enough?
Do we just need someone to tell us
an altruistic lie?
Do we need someone to tell us that we're more than worthy,
that we're not all that bad,
faults are inevitable,
it's okay to break down once in awhile.
Are those....
altruistic lies?
Faults will always exist.
We will always want to strive for more.
We will always blame others for our own mistakes.
We will always get angry.
Fact,
right at you.
When exactly do we need an altruistic lie?
We don't.
We don't ever need to be lied to.
We don't even need tact.
Packing a bomb into a box,
then wrapping it with colourful wrapping paper
and ribbons and a pretty card
doesn't change the fact that it is a bomb.
Humans.
Humans trying to take control;
taking control of everything,
they think they can manipulate.
But who exactly are they deceiving?
--------
"There comes a time in life where everything seems narrow. Choices have been made. I can only choose to carry on. I know myself like the back of my hand. I can predict my every reaction. My life has been cast in cement with airbags and seatbelts. I've done everything to reach this point and now that I'm here, I'm fucking bored. The hardest thing is knowing whether I'm still alive."
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You'd never dream of breaking this fixation.
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M.
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the previous life I had before.
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