Bright

A slowing journey to an unknown destination where I hope my dreams will become a reality.

And I hope my fading impression will someday burn itself back into the memory of the on who really matters.

Where the bright lights shine brighter than anyone ever could. My face will be lost in the crowd of superficial strangers that is the stereotype in everyone else's eyes.

The faces here, I do not trust but want so badly to be a part of every piece of what they know.

For their knowledge is greater than mine, which is why I resent them beyond the hatred between the thorn of a rose and those who try to steal its beauteous treasure from it.

A basic knowledge that had been implanted in their minds from their entrance though the gallery of life.

Smiles have never been so absent from my sight as they are here.

Nor has the fascination of a naive being been so present in so many eyes of the population.

From a distance, the glory and unity of a terrorized civilization glows brighter than the sun that beats down on it day after day without fail.

But under the microscope, one can see the dirt on every body's heart, on their minds, and on their hands.

A dirt that will never be washed off and can only be cleansed by removal of them from the blood drenched conscience of a city where the brightness never surrenders to the night, the people never sleep a full eight hours, where no one's fate is set in stone and choices that you make may haunt your dreams at night.

Failure is not an option.

Not to these faces that pass me without ever a slight glance in my direction and while I try to look everyone in the face, there is no eye contact though I can see a lack of bright, hopeful eyes in this crowd of grey, lusterless people.