underneath it all

 underneath it all you can smell the presence, you can feel the presence. its all around you in the room, it is the room. its all around you in the world. it is the world. well then what is it? the smell of wine and cheap perfume? no its not that. its humanity itself, halfway around the world it all smells the same to me. the tears the drench the sweat the stains the fear the power the love the loathing, all in all the same all over. the world over beats to the same rhythm, everyones basic primal instincts splurging out forward from whatever recesses they hide it in. it starts off small, you dont notice the underlying undulating waves at first, but as they become gradually bigger and more and more smash into you more and more frequently you suddenly feel the effects and realize them.

people, everywhere from the scorched suns of africa to the dirtiness of india to the monsoons of vietnam to the highrises of hong kong, people everywhere are the same, they come from the same mold they have the same wants and needs, they all desire the same thing. itll take a journey around the world for the surprise to not be ruined for yourself, take it and find out.