Fragments of Boys in Society

Redefined by the side mirror, I gazed upon the euphoric image that would forever hold my place. The restrictions of the black and white vapor eludes the most conscience, and the boys will suffer now. Throughout the streets I hear the constant collaboration of tears. It is these tears, that will allow make-up to slowly descend and diffuse into a recognizable pride/ I have seen it, the lonely crystal glances with hollow emotions are quitely evident. This is the COMMON ACT. The sustained criticism is doused in red lip stick, then double coated after the impact has subsided. We are bruised continuously, the same boys who grew up living a lie, creating self illusion in the place of truth.
Everyone we see is cursed with this second site, the boys in the locker room are di...