Peut-ĂȘtre nous n'avons pas besoin d'amour. Peut-ĂȘtre c'est une aide que nous avons vraiment besoin (Maybe we don't need love after all. Maybe help it what we really need)

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Life is merely a journey to the grave, but to make the journey become a beautiful parade or a dark mourning ceremony is all in your hand.

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June 04, 2013

The Glimpse of Superficial Lights

We live just below the surface of this glimpse of superficial lights.

Stars are no longer falling from the sky; they crawl on the streets and honk on those who aren't quick enough. People chat, complain, bad-mouth, and drink champagne at the same time. They compliment and humiliate. They giggle so loud that it sounds so sad. The glittery silk of their gown and the sparkling gold jewelry around their body blind the sight of fear and worry. None of them are old with their masks of eye-lifts, liposuctions, or botox (it's all handled). Who cares if their souls rot? Who cares if they don't know the truth? Who cares if they don't care?

This is the glimpse of superficial lights. This is society.