He grabbed me by my wrist and asked why I was sad. I gazed at him, this perfectly gaunt man with his piercing eyes and empty soul...
“You and I are shavings of one society. We cry when they’ve hurt us, laugh when they love us and smile when they tell us it’s okay. We’ve lost ourselves in their ambitions, forgotten our faces in their fast-paced races and sold our souls to sweet and temporary adoration. Don’t ask me why I cry or wear the corners of my mouth the wrong way around. Don’t ask me about the whereabouts of friends and family, or why they call me a pariah – ask rather, how I’ve come to this place. Ask me about the journey to my truth...ask all these then perhaps you’ll know.”
- 13th Cayote
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