My room smells of that frosting you get with those cupcakes at your local supermarket, the same sugary smell of diabetes and happiness and the underlying sensation of knowing that it will never satisfy your hunger.

  Yet we all still eat them. Maybe it is for that joy inducing ignorance of simpler eras at which you hallucinate in your bed for, hearing the laughter, the times where we didn't have to pretend that we really were in something for the love instead of the money.

  Some call it gluttony; others call it wanting more in life.

  However, what if that wanting becomes a need?

  We see cities packed with paper-thin skyscrapers of sleek windows and suffering that arose up to the heavens where corporate angels grace the errand boys and girls with promotions.

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  We inhale the smooth scent of rain and damp mist of towering foliage filled with a cacophony of the gifts of Earth, shrieking and crying out as their corpses are torn from their skin.

  Prey has such a useless life, yet they are so necessary.

  Why must they work so hard if they know that death is inevitable?

  The beauty of nature is truly a tragedy.

  There are energy pyramids like corporate ladders, so monumental and unyielding like the exploration of a new world with calling, a purpose.

  It really is fruitless, a fox jumping for sour grapes or an intern trying to be taken seriously.

  Can you see a difference?

  Can you see how even if we continue to eat those same cupcakes that the world isn't going to magically change?

  Can you see how we need the sugar-rush to crash us back into reality?

  Can you see this is how our story ends, the end of the world's symphony, a song littered with those of the broken talented, the sweet melodies of those birds who perished long ago, and those fruitless attempts to a dream shared globally?