To understand why the insides of your soul cannot tolerate the presence of humans
Yet its also the same soul that cries for the comfort of any stranger just to be there present for you
It's the confusing part of life
Apart from that;
If you ever have a need to be around people just to be..
One comfort is that there's always every type of person in Walmart
And if you ever go there not to shop but just to walk
And you watch the faces of everyone around you
It's probably the most curious part of life
Because the face can be the canvas of a life
But it's always whatever they paint there
And are they painting a picture for themselves?
Or for the others around them
For some people that's the same thing
For others that's the opposite
So the real question is...
Why you're painting what you're painting on your face
Or why you're not painting who you are.
Or why you're painting who you're not.
Who knows.
Maybe you could ask someone in Walmart
