The world

I find myself in the world. Not knowing where I came from or where Im going. I just exist. The world is cold sometimes. Wrapped in a silhouette of friendship disguised with smiles while pain & hatred hide behind facades of grins. Im in the world. that grime that sticks on the soul as we walk through feelings of exile & regret. That hunger for belonging & peace is a reminder of the worlds lingering shadow cast by dreams extinguish. Words hath no meaning but to reiterate what my spirit has already spoken in whispers to my mind. The lonely road in which my external self sees its own self walking upon. viewing life from the exterior of human conscious. Grief beckons me to write the perpetuating realm of truth. The honesty we hide & build lies around. I do live in the world. How ever in truth the world lives in me. That inexplicably is the world my mind inhabits. A world of black, white gray & shades of denial. The justified negativity that is suppose to bring about positive change but only leaves the debt of the human dependency on hope. Thats the world as I perceive it. How do you?