Writer's own thoughts!

 Ask that rock,  Ask that fountain,  How they moved on! The fountain said, You just accept and move on,  Or you accept and stay still like the rock and become like a mountain,  Standing tall, standing straight, persistent amongst all the odds,  The rock smiled briefly and shrugged,  But, I never knew beyond the storms!  Never discovered new horizons,  And, never did I mark into a land of ooze nor did I step into a flowing river!  I did not know collaboration,  All I knew was to stand alone and strong!  Then, the fountain said,  At least, you are being yourself and your essence is completely yours, you smell like a rock but I smell like a dumpster of algae,  But, I chose to accept it anyways what came into my ways and kept moving on! Now, I lost my essence becoming something else!  My identity is lost,  The rock smirked,  You did not loose your identity, instead embraced a new one,  Your identity is...

 The problem is I loved people,  But, people loved the idea of me being lonely,  People stays for their convenience not love,  That's why you want to be their necessity,  But, again, when you feel needed, you understand their greed and neediness,  That's what make you distant,  Distant of all the actants!  ©® Farheen

In this big fake world of superficiality,  I only crave genuinity,  But, I am scared that I can't find one as all the things that seems genuine at the moment is cold and distant- cold like alaska...  Distant like autumn....  In the next moment!  In this vague world of artificiality,  I am not happy showing the 'artificials', I am not going to pretend among the pretenders and try to fix what's hollowed and shallow, Dead inside like a dark cave, Isolated like a hidden grave!  And, I am scared that one day, I'll belong to one of the troupes, be one of the clowns acting all happy go lucky triumphing in vain but alas! falsities are not in my veins,  But, oneday, I am afraid, I'll learn how to let go of genuinity and begin acting fake,  Forget to connect and stay awake in the wake of abrupting night introspecting inner self,  If there is no way out of being superficial and nothing attainable without making deep fakes,  Then, everything is...