2019
A visually impaired Horse, A Feline with dull fangs and a small Mouse with a fat abdomen.
Three friends meant to be, intimate and surprisingly understanding of each others insecurities.
A day passed by where Mr. horse was grazing on some dry hay and Mr. Feline was going to visit a dentist while Mr. Mouse was putting on his Nike revolution 4 (shoes).
These outlandish personas were succinctly in tune with their inner voices which kept them aware of their errors and often spoke overtly about these variegated emotions and patches.
The patches inside their brains were intermittent, sometime they grew rapid with gaiety while other days it was like expired cheese with bad mould and left an undesirable/unwanted smell.
They understood each other very well, they were the best of friends.
This incessant arrival of doubts gradually held them and made their prior assumptions/ make belief fallacies come true to the arena of real where flaws were judged and weaknesses were compartmentalised.
They started to actually believe in just flaws, their subjective flaws and soon the light vanished like the last drop of milk in front of a bowl containing golden crisp corn cereals.
The humming started to grow vigorous and rhythm became distorted, the usual camaraderie started to show cracks and frustrations were slipping out like earthworms during a rainy afternoon.
Tell me it's not real, Tell me i'll be fine, Tell me the next smile would make me feel warm or something that's not bothersome.
That's all they were thinking below their hidden brains protected by a durable cranium that helped them from exterior damage but didn't let the trembling interior to get out through speech or art.
I am not accountable for your emotions, take responsibility and then you shall be granted the ability to withstand whatever that stands or hinders your progress.
It seems that fates align once belief settles down in a quiet corner where it can feel comfortable and balanced in an odd way.
The three friends, remained friends but the best was gone forever.
Three friends meant to be, intimate and surprisingly understanding of each others insecurities.
A day passed by where Mr. horse was grazing on some dry hay and Mr. Feline was going to visit a dentist while Mr. Mouse was putting on his Nike revolution 4 (shoes).
These outlandish personas were succinctly in tune with their inner voices which kept them aware of their errors and often spoke overtly about these variegated emotions and patches.
The patches inside their brains were intermittent, sometime they grew rapid with gaiety while other days it was like expired cheese with bad mould and left an undesirable/unwanted smell.
They understood each other very well, they were the best of friends.
This incessant arrival of doubts gradually held them and made their prior assumptions/ make belief fallacies come true to the arena of real where flaws were judged and weaknesses were compartmentalised.
They started to actually believe in just flaws, their subjective flaws and soon the light vanished like the last drop of milk in front of a bowl containing golden crisp corn cereals.
The humming started to grow vigorous and rhythm became distorted, the usual camaraderie started to show cracks and frustrations were slipping out like earthworms during a rainy afternoon.
Tell me it's not real, Tell me i'll be fine, Tell me the next smile would make me feel warm or something that's not bothersome.
That's all they were thinking below their hidden brains protected by a durable cranium that helped them from exterior damage but didn't let the trembling interior to get out through speech or art.
I am not accountable for your emotions, take responsibility and then you shall be granted the ability to withstand whatever that stands or hinders your progress.
It seems that fates align once belief settles down in a quiet corner where it can feel comfortable and balanced in an odd way.
The three friends, remained friends but the best was gone forever.
Bojack Horseman, S3 E12, That went Well
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