We live off people. We dress to impress those we hate, the people we don’t want to be. We think only about what other people will think. We act to cover ourselves, losing our mind in the process. Some will soon realize that we are just products of earth made with the same ingredients but with different flavors satisfying different subjects, different colors…but still somehow with the same made by mark. Creating thousands of vicious circles as history repeats itself. New flavors are added and old ones are forgotten but the trend continues. People find and recreate so-called new flavor and they follow to make new copies of their inspiration. We are all alike and it’s not free to be different; an inexistent price must be paid: freedom. And freedom is not following the river, it is going how and where one pleases. Going under and flying up high. It’s what the heart desires which means it isn’t literally existent. Boundaries stop us from getting that freedom just like our differences disables us from living in an Utopian world. I can’t stand living in a place where a person can’t be themselves and must copy what other do and think to find their place when the only place one should be is in the truthfulness of the heart... I could choose to ignore society but i am human and that is my nature doing so would demand a sacrfice so beyond my mortal capacity.