There’s like a fist somewhere floating in the ethereal realm that crosses to the real world , each one clenching someone’s gut and threatening anyone that tries to speak of the ugly truth.
People are so afraid of speaking up and auto-police themselves.
but it always chases you.
They’re so afraid of being different so they become like everyone else..
Following fake rules of social etiquettes where “You can’t say that” is their first amendment.
We are everywhere.
We are your reality.
In the end, it’s judgement.
And once that’s gone, there’s only truth.
Hideousness and beauty doesn’t even exist.