Facades and Impassable Bridges

In all the many masks we mold and torture to tailor fit  the life of our dreams that we all know are non-existent, how many times have we peered at the cracks of the reality we all strive to live away from?

These thick, concrete walls, safe from the things outside: A stronghold standing the most of time's tests. Covered in moss; the after effects of constant rain, wind and disappointments. Standing tall and proud of the horrors it bore witness to, am i the only one whose fortress have become this menacing? Was it really made to protect or to contain?

My choices are comprised of sacrifices and hedonistic desires. Must you blame me for one; I suggest you blame me for all, as they are musings that cannot complete a thought in its singularity.

Lost in this realm that which does not have all these fake faces we are taught to be highly skilled at, despite the absurdity, this world is more real than the one we live in.

I do not care. I worry too much. Does it really matter?

The most beautiful things are broken and irreparable, yet they exist. Limping towards a direction even they cannot fathom, why do we continue to live this way?

We are all fascinated by deep scars that have no chance of ever healing, and at the same time, hoping it will and wishing it remains as it is.

My most vulnerable self is that which is most capable of being evil.

We are all born heroes and villains. We die the same way.

I am both and neither.
Is that real or did you just make that up?