An Age.

There is an endeavor. A place where the undertakers go. Where life is a blur of colors and lights and there is no stopping. We cease to realize this. Nobody actually stops and thinks about liveliness. The universe is filled with offensive, judgmental, and artificial people. We are not true, every time we are afraid we alter our state of being. We run from ourselves. There is no authenticity. I want to meet a realist. Someone who can truly look at themselves and not scatter every chance they get. I want someone who won't change only from the sake of fear. Someone who can break away from the world and actually think. And yet i find that this is a never ending cycle. This is eternity.