Plastic Love...

Humans are increasingly becoming like the objects they create -artificial. Fake smiles, superficial friendships, counterfeit love. Fake! Fake! Fake! everywhere I look I see fake people. They couldn't be more artificial if they were made of plastic and called Barbie.
Do i sound like a misanthrope? On the contrary... these breathing, blinking mannequins just make me appreciate a living person so much more when I meet one. I look into a pair of honest eyes and I see no pretense, no facades -just brutal probity. I know that I've found a gem, a diamond. Oh, how i love diamonds -the rock and the flesh kind. I realise just how fortunate I am. They are so very rare...

There are very few people that I love. I don’t love all members all of my family. I disagree that I have to love them just because they are family. If they are worthy of my love they will have it and the same goes for anyone. Love is meant to be absurd, complete, unconditional. You’ll be hard-pressed to find someone worthy of that –a diamond. You will be looking for the remanent of a dying species.Look for the honest eyes, the real eyes. Look for the eyes that are deep and endless, definetly not plastic.