We dont even exist anymore. My heart breaks every time I walk by the nook of a stair case to find some one crouched down, obscuring themselves from the view of on-lookers and passers-by. Despite the hiding, most wouldnt notice them anyway. We're all see-thru, dressing in fake, ghostly shells. No one wants to look under that because that the surface presentation means nothing and most of the depth we sift through is a lie. To compensate, we manipulate ourselves into letting the outside become everything that matters and we become apathetic to who some one else is trying to hide behind the layers of shame and insecurity. Who am I to speak anyway and what does it matter? Some one should. It's kind of like how you can look through a window on one side the room to see the purest blue virgin skies ever, yet on the other a scene of chaos so passionate ensues, where the tree-tops are embraced by thunderheads and lightening bolts jig like tribal indiginants performing a war dance; it's flashing and crashing like a camera shutter. Life is one big cry for attention but some times all we have is surrender. One day, I walked into class twenty minutes early to do some writing and get some thoughts out on paper...the kind Im too afraid to share with any one anyway. Upon turning on the lights, I discovered one of my classmates laying alone with his arms placed over his eyes, as if day-dreaming of solitude. He said that some times the cold, dirty foor is more comforting than facing any one. When we started our conversation, he had a nervous twitch and a stuttering problem. About five minutes in he was sitting up and speaking clearly. By the time another person showed up to chime in, he became silent and decorative. He wouldve rather been artwork than deal with shallow babble and polite pleasanties. When do these things stop? Waving at strangers and killing to survive can be the same thing. We've learned to live like thieves - concealing our identities and assuming a fake persona to aid us in getting through the day. This is a broken world. No matter what we do for comfort, kissing crucifixes and reciting mantras cant bring holiness. Religion is nothing more than a set of rules and rituals we've made ourselves to find contentment in the world we create in our minds. If you want to know God, you have to understand that there's more in His Heart than a pick-me-up or a safety net. Arms spread wide are the best example of Love ever shown. We aren't perfect and it was our mistakes that suspended Him on two boards. We are all broken and lacking. I dare you to tell me differently. "...We have tested the bouyancy of loyalty. You left our lungs for canteens. You left our ankles for anchors. We thought your arms were tied behind your back but elastic bands held your hands. You swim with reckless abandon. Abandon ship. May day. Swim towards shore. The captain is overboard. He's punctured holes in the floor boards to flood the bow just in time for him to bow out..." | 
