The most tragic is seeing what people hang on to, and why.
Nobody sees the sad from the outside, all internal.
Why do you do the things you do?
Why do you behave that way?
It makes you feel something,makes you believe that you’re some sort of character in this story.
Fill out your backstory, identity as this or that, victim,hero, villain or sage,,
All pretend, all pretend things we engage with in the under current.
Why?
You’re not as blank as you think you are.
You take it in and you lay it on others, colors and vibrations and clown shoe chaos.
Hey stupid,,, why?
Why do you do that?
There’s no reason in it, no logic, no benefits.
Just some shit you do.
Yay 😁.
dawn 