bright as light

maybe
just maybe
little shit doesn't matter
like socks on the floor or the fruit flies that just won't die
maybe everythign really is okay
maybe its fine to feel lost and alone sometimes, and warm and cozy sometimes, too
maybe television and movies and billboards
have warped us into believing that life should be retouced
all blemishes removied, and saturation increased til it pops just right
shot from an angle to fool the eye
blown out images of flawless faces & and perfect pink lips
that don't really exsist
maybe life isn't suppose to be as bright as light all the time
maybe we're suppose to notice the beauty in the shadows