i don't really like myself anymore. for so many obscure reasons, i am not myself. nor do i feel like anyone else. have i ever been myself though? all these years of heeding and rebelling and looking and listening and behaving and kicking and speaking, were they all me? was any of them me?

 society stresses so much on merit that it has defiled the value of humanity in humans. so what are we now? slaves to what the society lashes us into, doubles of each other, and creations of technology.

 we feel empowered by inventions that crosses our wildest imaginations, further developments that breaks the limits, ideologies and statements that wills us our freedom. we have created these things in order to continually survive in the rat race of what we call, modernization. but these things, these materials, these worldly reaps, they have been creating us instead. people notice, oh yes we do. but we don't mind, for if the media says that it's okay, then it's probably yeah, okay. it's okay to do whatever we want because it's our right. it's okay to do wrongful things, everyone does it. it's okay to rape someone, oh just sentence him/her to a few years in jail.

 our last salvation is faith, and yet we've thrown that out of the window. relying so much on what we see, instead of believe, of what we know, instead of think. this is what we are.

flies. 

 i make no sense, but i do.