I couldn't help but keep wondering what really matters these days...
Appearances...In a world where everything you buy is pretty fake and the so pursued standards are as fake as a retouched picture, appearances seem to be the driver of this existence.
Sad to see that we are obsessed for answers to questions which we really don't need answers to get along.
So,if that is true,what should drive us?
Expectations,ambitions or what?
You buy a magazine and the cover picture is retouched, you see your fave star on the street and realize the beauty was all a product of a well done make up.
The lights are not that bright anymore, the desillusion is showing up.Frustration invites you to a ride everyday.
I look outside the window, light up a cigarette and wonder:
You're just the smoke you blow...
