The zombies.
I’ve become very aware of how, many people I know, seem to live unconsciously. Bored even.
Because they've grown so tired of everything that surrounds them.
Tired of their clothes, thus feeling the urge to reform the wardrobe entirely.
Tired of their friends and the same old conversations.
Tired, therefore, of familiarity.
Afraid:
Of Déjà vu. Love.
Of art and its wonderful colours.
They're recluded at home; nature makes them sick in the gut. The singing birds, the pouring rain.
School or work, it makes no difference anymore.
Books mean nothing. Dizzy words and, thin paper.
Food is now tasteless. A mere obligation to function.
I don't want to belong to this growing group.
I indulge in pleasures like these.
I enjoy eating, wondering, experiencing, learning...
I’m truly human, regardless of the odds and evens.
