lip service.

Cars are gliding across the streets, driven by ghosts, faint outlines of the people they used to be. Wake up, make some money, make some one else happy. The hustle and bustle of the city is gone, and yet it’s presence reigns over us still. The lights go green and yet nobody moves, nobody takes any notice. Stuck in the same spot we were 50 years ago, progress is suspended. Each minute passes and as each monotonous day rolls into the next, life becomes an extended stream of consciousness. You’re never really asleep or awake. Walking in slow motion, pacing, waiting for something to happen.

I don’t want to live like that, do you?

not just another number.

Its crazy, I cannot even begin to fathom how the human mind works. I cannot comprehend what makes one person more superior and more susceptible to kindness and tolerance than an other. It does not make sense to me. Cut us open and we will all bleed, you will find the same insides. We are all the same, we are all equal and we are all worthy.

There is something seriously wrong if you fail to understand that.
We are all human.