Tumbleweed

As the days go by, I think to myself if the investment is worth it?

The investment of wanting to feel.

Do we really need these sentimental values rummaging our brains that slit you apart at the tiniest hint of doubt?

It feels unnecessary at the end of all episodes.

We go through so many orders of feelings that are linked to past experiences, and let them consume our thinking.

It de-rationalizes us.

We should fake our everyday in front of the audience so no one asks questions. Isn’t that what we do anyway? We mock our reality into a happy stage for people to smile and clap about with no examination.

If we did that all the time, we wouldn’t have to deal with feelings.

We wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of them and we can continue to live this daily soap known as life, focusing on ourselves.

Dehumanizing as it sounds, in today’s scene where human compassion is simulated and made a joke out of – it needs no explanation when I say that it’s unnecessary.

We don’t have to be selfless in an epoch where everyone’s criterion is a narrow focused lane to the top.

The sides of their journey are like tumbleweed.

They appear from time to time, and pass by when the flurry of wind picks up.

We are tumbleweed.

We don’t stay for them.

Neither should they for us.