no one left

Every now and then i find myself so lost in this world that i built myself. Architects love their work, its their life they imagine, inspire, and create a place that fills the vastness of the emptiness it was once. Why is that we build to get hurt or we give in to never receive. I design according to what the client wants, their mind they want to somehow express.

i watch how they chose the colors, the words, the graphics and then look at me like i should just know. I should just jump with joy because they know what they want! I should be able to pick up my pen and create this amazing perfect conception of what they are thinking.

i should be able to understand what they want, the way they want it and never judge. But everybody judges even if they say they arent. everyone is a liar, a cheater or a user. What happens when its all over.. and your just left without your shoes because some one stole them at the mosque. What happens when you been on tv so long trying to get the message across but then they come and just spit on your
face.
Whats left when the person you trusted treats you like shit and makes you feel that your nothing but like the rest. then it just doesn't matter anymore.........

the world just became a little worser ... and you were there pointing the finger.

Wait till there is no one else to point fingers at and its you in the mirror that you have left. You did this, you pushed everyone out and you are all thats left.