Life is Miserable.

the longer you live, the more you want to do, the more problems you have. escaping is an unreachable dream, made impossible simply by the fact that you must continue on living. so you are left with not a single choice but to tackle it headlong. and who cares if you fracture your skull in the process? people might throw a glance or make a double-take, but nobody triple-checks. there are just too many things happening in the world to distract their attention from you. in a fraction of a second you become anonymous again, a speck of dust.

well maybe there exist some people who holds you significant. family - you can't cut through blood with the sharpest knife. they loyally bear with you, and in exchange for that you willingly forget their blunders and laugh at their jokes. but with friends for example, the simplest of things could be unforgivable. that was the time you unintentionally forgot to return a call for a month (or it could be that you are too stupid and thought facebook was enough), or kept things you borrowed for too long - if the time wasn't right, the white mistakes might be just the right amount of antimatter that literally sucks things and swallow them whole. nobody knew exactly why but suddenly you turn into a pitiful glob of mud which disgusts, but clings so hard it is unable to shake off. so what is to do in this situation? do you forcefully rip yourself off the piece of cloth, or do you recline into the folds so you could pretend you are invisible? to decide is crucial, because you won't want the saddest thing to happen - when they get rid of the crusted piece of earth with a simple flick of the finger. by this time all you get to see is their backs, turned on you.