indirect deposition

what is it that makes people tick. what is it that makes them smile. what is it that makes them cry. what is it that makes them flare.

the stories they tell themselves. you see, somehow it does not matter what the circumstances, the intentions, the tone, the words or actions. like a movie being played in all replete, the audience shall interpret the minutes and frames as they deem fit. one person's vomit is another's treasure.

sometimes we wished that things would be better. at times we wonder why. and for the most part attempting to make the sense of the world with anything that clicks with our reason. it does not matter does it. because like a movie, we are the stories we tell ourselves.

- bitter