Temporary

maybe there’s an inner shame that s/he doesn’t want to talk about, maybe a thousand shrinks couldn’t skin the top of that surface, but it glows from out the iris when confronted with another who sizes him/her up in this day & age with an assessment of a whole personality, based on what it is that one does for money. quickly running to that pool of excuses, quickly devising lies--- anything to paint a picture of a person that s/he isn’t, anything to pass off the image that what s/he is actually doing in life is all temporary. because this place in life, this moment, which s/he wishes in the deepest of her/his heart that s/he was not currently living, is in fact the case & s/he is more concerned about the opinions of others, s/he is more concerned about how s/he will be perceived down the line, as such a fragile existence taunts. problem is, it’s all temporary--- anyone can lose it all so quickly that their ****ing head is left spinning & if you are not living with that notion in the back of your mind, then there is not a pool of excuses out there which will save you from your fall.