Love, life, and cheer are dead

World is subjective like a painting or a picture and the views that weigh heavily on them form and distort there shape. One sees a beautiful world with a lone human in the middle. That beauty now saddened and some know that he is so blind by the feelings and thus the true beauty around him is lost. Others see the human in the middle as nothing but a tool to size the background and the space around. The worst person is the insecure one's. The life you offer maybe to good and to them it's creepy. "It's a trap there's no one that can love me that way" so they turn to the ones that harm them becasue that seems real and how they view them selves. This air is to clean so I must compensate and breath smoke. They try to balance when there's nothing to balance. The made up monsters make them run to false heroes. They make once noble knights to beasts and bring stagnation to the monsters. They spawn more and more of what's wrong and prep them for the next wave of generations to come. I am not the picture. I am not the viewer. I am the frame look into me to see yourself and judge that not the picture.

Nice post. Beautiful words. A bit hard to read though. Do you have someone you can talk to about these personal conflicts? Everyone needs a friend they can say everything to. I don't really understand the message you're trying to convey here though. I guess you and I see the world differently.