Painted Faces

I once heard it said that we live as a village of blank people. They are those who let their life, body, and minds be stories written by others.

All the day long, these are those who walk through the world seeking medication. No longer do they want to feel what is real. The scars and tears they try to hide are covered in part from the rest by their painted faces. They let others tell them what to wear and how to swear. Sabotaging their life for some promised lies they settle for a promised check that can never be cashed. These are the people who believe reality can be exchanged for fantasy. And yet they never know the difference. All they want is for someone to give them some fuddled truth without context so they can commit the crimes they believe to be right. It doesn’t matter if it’s right. As long it works, then it’s right. And they can do all of this with a hard heart.

Humorously the blank people are known for how they point and stare at those who appear worse than them. If you ever meet one, to quickly is it easy to see that love is not in their vocabulary. Standing there with their pointing fingers, do they not know and realize that there is not one on this earth living right? But then again most anyone can make themselves look right.