We look to each other; like artists, that could mold each other out of clay.
Sculpt each other out of marble.
Absorb each others touch, take on apart of another person.
We call this admiration, or idolization.
I call it slavery, limitation, and conditioning.
We look for each other, not as reflective subjects to learn from, but as flesh formed souls, we can put on and take off.
There is something violent about this, like a Texas chainsaw massacre.
Something off kilter, about the expendable nature in which, the consumerist way we use each other.
Like we are products and not living sensitive organisms.
To subject each other to this objectification, dehumanization, so regularly is appalling, let alone doing it at all.
To accept this behavior as normal or necessary is unfathomable.
Yet, it seems many have adapted to desensitization like it is second nature.
To think we have equated stars to balls of fire, the anomaly of life to mere existence.
We have desensitized ourselves and we have accepted it, rationalize it, like water in a plastic chemical based water.
We accept it because it is convenient.
I suppose it’s easier to be afraid, than do what’s right.
At least if you are afraid, you don’t have to be responsible for your own fear as a collective.
You don’t have to deal with the consequences that your convenient lives entail.
Ignorance isn’t bliss, it’s an excuse not to live.
© Zianna Libardo Valexia Valtero, 2016