The Realm of Stupidity

I thought David Copperfield was one of the only magicians that created illusions that the world believed. I just realized it’s truly the opposite. While he’s getting paid millions to make the statue of liberty disappear and walking through the Great Wall of China, the “average asshole” is making deception look like love and walking through and over hearts for the price of a woman or a man’s paycheck.

The Realm of Stupidity; a world in which those to whom are “text-book crazy” reside. A place for only them to understand the merit in their lopsided decisions and share their “track marks” with their neighbors because there’s nothing better in life for them but to be comfortable in mayhem and consistent chaos. They don’t desire change so they hesitate to be surrounded with forward movers. They group themselves together and create their own quarantine.

Shared success? If you call the completion of a downfall a rewarding experience, then please spread the word. Great minds think alike, so be choosy to whom you enlighten. I find it impossible to understand people that devalue their worth and pack their bags for this vacation. Don’t bother explaining your position to me. I’m not a junkie for pain. I quit that habit years ago. Can I point you in the direction of detox?

Careful explanations, and excuse making, should be the reason for your hesitation, when it comes to picking the place you choose to vacation. Right? If you need a lot of details to explain your choice in retail, then I suggest you re-sale that lie to another female, ‘cause I’m not buying. …Why am I rhyming?

I have to think like Dr. Suess to understand the magic. It’s a fantasy they're in, that’s what makes this world so tragic. Love doesn’t cost a thing, but there’s a price for pain, when love masquerades as abuse, it pulls away at what makes you sane.

I don’t envy a life that’s surface doesn’t reflect the fragile core it created. It may look good to the observer, but there is nothing to envy about a subconscious broken heart. Because I want something solid, I can only peer through the gates of this world in continual disbelief. “The things we do for love,” but what about the pain in our regrets? I’m going to keep walking. I know I’m headed in the right direction. Let me know if anyone needs a map, I brought copies!

© A. L. Lewis