my eyes are burning.

tired.  always tired.  eyes burning a bright red while my eyelids are heavy and under my eyes there are big bags and reddish blotchy skin.  the dreams are fading and the promise of prosperity and a fulfilling life filled with a loving family and a loving dog are hanging on by a frayed piece of dried skin off of my dried up lips.  the sun burning my already old skin and making it appear older and uglier.  more wrinkles.  less hair.  less money and more debt.  while many people with less talent or no talent are living in beautiful houses and travelling to beautiful places and eating beautiful food, I am STUCK searching internet for fun and travelling to my local Starbucks for a taste of a better life.  i look around and see other depressed souls busting their collective asses for minimal pay and a chance at a better life but they are fooled by crappy commercials and crappy politicians telling them the answer to a better life is to work hard and buy “things”,  fat ugly people putting on fat ugly clothes and plastering on crappy make-up roam the streets talking to other fat ugly depressed people.  they discuss the weather, their kids, the taxes, the real estate market and then throw down some Big Mac and complain that as they get older the weight becomes harder to get off.  they can’t afford the gym but can afford take-out and crappy movies and expensive cars and expensive bbq’s.  you ask these people about the world and their only knowledge is of Florida and Vegas.  they follow shallow celebrities on twitter and Instagram and yearn for the day that Justin Bieber would go down on them and suck up their flab.  I wonder if these overweight slobs still fuck but then I get sick of the image and move onto something more pleasant like pretty twenty one year old girls with no stress and no stretch marks.  girls who are still filled with passion and fire.  filled with love and desire.  girls who have hope and dreams and who still smile and laugh.  not beaten down by the mundaneness of life but the mundaneness that was caused by following fat ugly politicians and fat ugly parents who always tell you the wrong things to follow.  the wrong rules to follow.  the wrong people to follow.
my eyes are burning but my soul is burning even more.  burning for discussion and burning for passion and burning for love and burning for excitement.  always burning but trapped in a small town filled with small people.  fat but small.
life slowly passing by but getting quicker as I get older.  change needed but mind racing too fast to change.  slow down and smell the roses but the roses are no longer alive.
stuck.