Looking around, I can always find faces that I’ve known for a while and can read like the back of my hand.. But judge them, I cant. How do you know who a human is when people have the potential to change every minute, rather every second. Its odd to see how people still expect you to understand their every gesture.. But at the same time take a shot at being under some kind of disguise to make some mystery to themselves because they believe if people knew the real them they’d be vulnerable and hence, get hurt.
Pain and pleasure.
If only they knew how much they’d make everyone’s lives easier/better when honest with each other. It might seem immature, childish and naive at first.. But its tried and tested that the truth always, eventually, wins.