I ran into my own self today
while trying to give my own definition of life.
I felt like I had met a stranger.

As I look at his eyes,
I see how broken he is inside.
And something else,
How he lives like no one deserves his company
He pretends that flying birds is a scene worth a cheer.
Or tells himself he's gay when he likes a girl

He lives like logic is inexistent
Lives as a coward in a society where bravery is the only weapon
A loner in a world where insanity knocks at the door of every man,
Asking them out.

When I question him, another reality surfaces:

"Where do you want to be in 10 years?"
He didn't want to sit through boring bullshit.

"What makes you happy?"
He only thinks about what makes him sad.

"Who's your best friend? "
He stared at me with piercing eyes and said
"You mean get myself to trust someone so bad only they betray me in the end?"

" So, you only care about yourself?
Do you even know the value of friendship?". The question boils the hell out of him

He bangs the glass of water on the table so hard he sends pieces flying all over then he's gone. Vanished.

I think he's befriended insanity, but that's too painful to put into words

Here's the definition of life.
A bottomless cup you didn't ask for, that we try filling with happiness."