Pockets.

Plastic girls and cardboard boys. Girls made up with their cotton candy thoughts and cherry lips and emphasis on the eyes. Boys cut out to be exactly what you expect, one dimensional. Girls with painted on skin tones and perfect hair and critical words coming out of their bubble gum mouths full of air and sugar, absolutely nothing. Boys that add up to be nothing more than meets the eye. Hair and skin and a face, nothing running more than skin deep. There's no more to them. Cardboard. Ignorant pawns of society. Girls with airy Hollywood dreams, going nowhere. Boys chasing the girls, following them on their journey to nowhere. Happily ever after exactly where they started. Where is this going?

Somewhere are the girls with light in their eyes, shapes to their thoughts, and eloquence in their hand, with feelings on their lips. Where's the boy with his eyes to the sky and his heart on his sleeve and his hands in his pockets? When do the puzzle pieces come together? When does anything start to make sense?

These thoughts haven't been organized very well.

I apologize for the organized chaos.