And people are sad.
We fake smiles every day, we fake our happiness, we pretend to be someone we're not.
We can be mosters sometime, heroes to other people, but not to ourselves.
I can see people hurting other people.
I can see people hurting themselves. They harm their skin, their bodies, their beauty.
At some point of our story, love won't be just good enough to get us out of bed in the morning, no reason to live.
At some point, we will be left on our own, trying to figure it out.
We live in a such beautiful world.
And there's no human being.
