Illusions

Vivid imagedry, passed onto one another as pointless explanations to questions never asked, Phoney smiles, catty glances, empty eyes all starring back from hollow empty headed soul less people. No masks needed in the real world. No real emotions being shown. No real friendships. Anger, pain, joy, bliss all after thoughts behind closed doors. Names and actions whispered. Ears buzzing, he said she said. Never knowing the real flow. The real you or me. A giant masqurade ball, all movements orchestrated to a final curtain call. No encore needed. No finale. The players know their parts all too well. Storyline woven around illusions of what life is supposed to be.