he glam and glitter always make you smile, sometimes frown and sometimes sigh. Its ironic how most of that shimmer is not for real.Very little of it really stays back and leaves a mark on your existence. Existence is a big word, nothing leaves a mark for a complete existence. Unless you are deeply affected by Harry Potter or The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari or Wuthering Heights.
There are people who like to think otherwise, maybe they are just ignorant, maybe the author is completely wrong. Maybe the world is a dream, more like a hallucination of number of people with certain 'powers'. Maybe they created the world in there heads, and we are, all of us, just figments of their imagination. Maybe, its not really 2012. Maybe its still 1900 BC and the residents of the Indus valley civilization who came up with the modern system of term planning. There are so many maybe's out there. Still we lie around drowning in the imaginary glitter, we roam around walking with glitter on faces thinking we are the only ones who matter. We wear shiny shoes and pointy hats, we pick up bright lipsticks and tights pants. Its all an illusion we live in, its not for real. A few years later, who will remember the clicking sounds of the heels, the fabric of the skirt or the hair extensions?
The author has been in a state of trance, a little bit of denial, and a lot of bleakness. Or that's what the author likes to believe. Its easier that way. The author hallucinates, doesn't imagine, hallucinates. Hallucinations, aberrations, another easy thing to do, and blame for the negativeness in life.
Bleh. Who cares right?
(This is not based on life, I am definitely not hallucinating. A few things are taken from life but a lot of this is IMAGINARY! )