Creating Borders

Some of us spend lifetimes creating borders of happiness around broken hearts

one sms message away from depression

posting images of less than ourselves on Instagram

WE WANT TO BE ACCEPTED BY A WORLD WHO DOES NOT ACCEPT ITSELF

None of us know how to believe in real life

holding books accountable for our wondrous thoughts

and hopes of enchantment

Dying men/women want to know that love still exist

women craving to love men for their honesty

men in search to love a woman for more

than a warm mouth and her virtuous pink matter

We are successful at being what society has set out for us to be

"miserable"!

Without our smartphones, iPads, and social media platforms

we can't survive on our own thoughts and ambitions

We've become vessels without temples, mummified

wrapped in superficial linens

left to debate between our thoughts and societies perspectives

right down the middle

the heart is "no" riddle

Thinking for ourselves has always been the ultimate weapon

and we've all forgotten how to load ammunition

aim at our desired targets and fire!