bittersweet in Book of Lies.....

How do we define ourselves. Are we genetically or biologically prone to a state of happiness or despair? Can we look into the eyes of others and separate a chosen emotion over one innate with no control or ability to repair?

Is this happiness? Melancholy? Posed or precise? Do we see what they feel or what we feel regarding the image?

Every day we stumble to our mirror. We look. We assess. We expose ourselves to others. What is the message. Stay away? Come close? Love me or hate me. Ignore me.

If I am something what makes me anything to others? Is my value from what I offer or who I am as a whole? What makes me beautiful to anyone? Am I beautiful to no one?

Is there anything different about me when you peel back the layers? Maybe my being is nothing more than an image on any page. Lifeless.

Ain’t it grand.

today..... I’m going with ain’t