Dreamer

For a while now, I’ve been too tired, stressed and so much more to write something worthy. Ideeas I had, plenty of them actually, but none of them catching my soul and mind enough to put down what I felt.

Today things changed cause I’ve seen you! Yes you, foolish girl!
I finally saw through you, through your mind and your soul. I’ve seen you naked even if you were wearing your expensive clothes, your perfect make up and your mask.

A little lie here, that “finally” above is a little overrated cause I’ve seen you before, what you are doing and how but, I like to think that I am a good person who gives a chance to everyone (even if it is worthy or not), who thinks that people are much more than the advertising they are showing (with knowledge or not) so I gave you the chance to prove me wrong.

You did not, actually you proved me that I am right (one more time my gut did not disappointed me). You proved that my first impression was correct, so I am asking now, why are you so foolish?

Why do you think that life is made to be spend in front of the mirror, to check if your lipstick is still perfect when the truth is that swollen lips, with no gloss on, from all that kissing are a simple proof of happiness? Why do you spend hours and money searching for clothes when you know too that the best moment is when you take them off no, matter their price tag? Why do you think that his car matters? His car does not matter! The only car that matters is yours, the one your drivin’ after you got your licence, cause until then you can’t truely do what you want and be that independent women you hardly try to show you are (yes, we all see how hard you try too be someone your not but we act like it’s not so obvious, duh).

Beside the fact that we see it, you are screaming outloud what kind of woman are you. You say that you don’t give a damn about what people think, that you have principles, that you are different, that you are not searching for money, that the person in front of you matters, not his possessions. You say that you respect yourself, that you value people, friendships and memories. Where is this person now?! I don’t see it and most likely, I am not the only one…

The seat you think it’s yours have been the seat of so many other girls like you before. All of them got flowers, chocolate, had night rides and felt like the world is theirs. Problem here is not what was before you, but the fact that you think that you are the last one. You think the you are different, that you matter more than them, but exactly like before, he will see that you, like the most of girls who smiled when holding hands and daydreaming about all the good things to come, are easy to buy. Some attention and you are his, clothes off, soul out.

Why are you so foolish and blind? How comes that you won’t see that things that come easy are the most expensive? I am not talking here about currency! I am talking about you and how others will see you, about what kind of people you will attract.

When all the masks come off, what will you have left? Who will still be by your side? All of those things that make you happy now, will matter anymore?

You foolish girl, don’t you see that at the end of the day people around you and memories are the most important thing?

Stop investing in things that will fade away, in things that tomorrow will break, invest in YOU cause you and your actions will be remembered!

Just stop being another foolish girl!

P.S.

You might read this, or might not, people might tell you that I have wrote something about you or not. You might judge or laugh that I spent my day writing about YOU.

The thing is that YOU is not only a person it’s a condition and people suffering from it don’t realise it. I hope I am wrong, I hope that YOU are not so foolish after all…

~Crissu~