Thursday, May 23, 2013

Beautiful women are invisible...

Beautiful women are invisible...
They are like a book that nobody ever opens because the cover by itself is already beautiful, sometimes even too beautiful to leave any place of interest for whatever is written inside.

Beautiful women are invisible...
Men see and admire the way they look, they see them from outside but they never make it inside, they never get to the depths of their personality and character. They become talking dolls that are empty inside. They turn into beautiful gift boxes with no gift inside. And even if some of them have a gift inside, nobody ever sees it, because the box itself is too beautiful and people will not dare to spoil it only for finding out what's inside.

Beautiful women are invisible...
At one point they get so used to it that even women themselves start believing that they are nothing but a cover. How long can the words inside a book shout and scream? The cover is always heavier and stronger than the fragile pages. How long can a gift locked in a box be eager to be found? Gift boxes are always tied up with bright and shiny strings. Eventually the gift gives up and a gift that is not being used or noticed, sooner or later dies.

Beautiful women are invisible...
People look into those eyes only to see the reflection of their own faces, but never the depth of the eyes. They eagerly want to catch her look to only admire it but never to try to see her soul behind it. They die to see her smile but always fail to read the tears that are hiding behind it. They long to hear her laughter for sure joy and self-satisfaction but never for her own happiness.

Beautiful women are invisible...
Men see them but never look deep into them, while all the other women out there hate them... For what? For being invisible?

...beautiful women are invisible...

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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

We Are All Broken Statues

   We live in a crazy world, always have, always will...
   But it seems like things around us make less and less sense. People around us get more and more complicated, more distant. You can never guess what the answer to a random question can be. You can never expect what reaction or action you will get from someone, whether that person is a stranger or an old friend. The simple contact between people is different. For some reason we have turned into this metallic boxes full of negative energy and we are just waiting for the right time or for some excuse to open up the box and let all that negative energy flow outside, hurting us and the ones around us.

    Smile has lost its meaning and became just a tool for moving forward. Tears are not even taken seriously anymore, they are everywhere and you can not separate fake ones from the real tears. Happiness is a secret that should be kept far away, it's a secret that should be hidden so that nobody finds it. Your own happiness becomes a flag people attack, while the happiness of others turns into a flag for ourselves, a flag that locates the territory that should be destroyed. We turn each other into monsters who know nothing else but to fight. Fight for what? For more battle, nothing else...

    Since when we became strangers leaving in cages? Since when we decided to put locks everywhere? We are closing ourselves to everyone, locking our feelings even from ourselves. We are like stone statues that so strong outside but broken inside, one way or another.

   This crazy world... We live in a time where politeness is considered weakness, where wise are considered naive and the ones who are loud are the winners. We leave in a time where observers get kicked out of the game, where the smartest get lost in people's stupidity and become the stupidest themselves. Our world is controlled by the wild crowds, while the leaders' voices are lost among the noise of those crowds.

   And after all this there are still those few courageous ones that try to do something good for the others. But what do they get in result? People take whatever they offer and just run away and then laugh behind the courageous ones backs, and they laugh and laugh and laugh...
   They are not considered nice or kind for them, for the crowd they are just stupid and naive people that gave them whatever they needed. For the crowd it was just a smart deal they made. Poor brave ones... Poor brave ones... They are left with nothing but disappointment that is hanging in front of their door and silently screaming. They are left with nothing but the sound of footsteps of the running crowds, the proud crowds that keep laughing... and laughing...
  If only they knew that they are laughing at themselves...

                                                                                                               © LiLit Ghazaryan