in the end all we really are is a misguided compilation of addictions and giving-ups and giving-ins; a bullied victim in a playground of bigger and better nothings who saw us for who we really wanted to be. we are the outcome of the situation our subconscious longed to see us in. we are the inhabitants of beauty lost on blind eyes. we are the inhumane humanity that scarred the universe and fell in love. we are the poor who do not even have shoes to take the place of another and the rich who have our hearts strung on 2,000 dollar laces. we are the greatest technology known- human being version 2.0 : your jealousy prototype. we are venus without the beauty...a misconstrued pentacle in the sky without a purpose or a reason why.

we are the children of the millenium.

and i can only hope to be reincarnated and spin the cycle once again.