automatic

The constant dissatisfaction like a rising hunger that's never satisfied, like a thousand voices crying their heart out, screaming as loud as they can, as far as space can reach within yourself and as high as the dephts of your inner soul. They whisper, be who you really are, but you fight it, you keep on fighting for control of yourself, your manners and your principles, but there's too much resistence. There's too many uncontrolable variables. You inquire about every unwanted answer, you wonder why there's no cure for broken hearts and unwanted jobs. And worse, you wonder why is that the simple pure truth, why is that no one cares for each other anymore. A mirror of failure in human relationships, reflects this automatic era made for serial relationships with no meaning or sense. There's no simple and greater truth, there's no wiser atittude than accepting that the old and romantic conception of long term is gone.