Emotionally-Coconuts

Life is an illusion, a Matrix of sorts, tailored and measured to the specifications of your inner psyche by your peers. Yes, your peers. For they are the bricks that compose the outer façade of this civilization that you stroll past every day. You see it everyday, sometimes you even wonder how grand it is on the inside, but you're already late for your appointment and have not the time to explore it, most people never get the time to look inside. But not you, for this is the day that the appointment has been cancelled, giving you the freedom to finally peer into that exquisite structure you've walked past for so long, anticipating the inner beauty of its halls for what seems even longer, only to peer in and see nothing. No people, no tables or chairs, no furniture to speak of or even rugs. That is when you look a little deeper and then notice there aren't any walls either, or beams, or ceilings or even a roof. No beauty, no splendor, nor joy or even peace. Only the vast, dark