Chapter 5. 5
" That was short lived. Such a trick, I was, to think that the silly fantasy can for some reason be a fact. What was We thinking; obtaining swayed simply by emotions? For the moment, I used to be elated to obtain learnt to fly; just to realise again, that my personal wings will be broken. How can I ignore? Dreams and fantasies not necessarily for me. Of course, if I make an effort to utter these kinds of words, the rattling of such shackles are enough to hold me straight down. I've brousse enough to try. Isn't very it funny how this world works? Because of a person's idea of prosperity and luxurious, a whole race has become controlled by abuse and cruelty. Demoralised, belittled, and stripped straight down, bare to their skin. And yet these so called " first class” beings have the audacity to contact themselves humans? Pfft. Tell me, what element of them is usually humane? Could it be selling one more for the only purpose of salary and popularity? Truly, ignorance is known as a bliss because they have did not realise that what they're getting in returning is certainly not the money, nor the women, or the reputation nevertheless the hatred which building up, inside every female man and the words held unspoken in the back of their neck. We are covered with layers over layers of pores and skin; an armour to protect their soul, through the venom of society. Every day, we walk through a tightrope with the desires of maybe one day, we'll reach an end where we can walk, together, with everybody else. If a tree falls in a forest, with no one's around to hear it, does it make a appear? Of course , it does. But regardless if there are people there to witness, would it really make a difference? With those robotic eyes gowns chosen to change a sightless eye in spite of the cries from the " creatures” they have thrown away. I'm fatigued.
My cardiovascular is shouting from the frustration of being unable to fight. I'm sick and tired of having to keep on breathing the same air mainly because these ruthless creatures who recognizes me since nothing but waste. I'd somewhat be dead.
Isn't very this hell already? What have we done to result in this hole; this gap of soreness and suffering? We have...