Let the thoughts flow. Relax. Lean back. Let your fingers talk. These are unspoken words, desires of the heart, brought on by emotions that we can't understand. Push, pull. Foward, back. The rocking motion of the universe, that keeps things all in balance. Everything, and nothing is equal. Life is equal to death, just as you walk through a door from the outside, in. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You may choose to behold, and because of that choice, it's inevitable that you will judge. Judge me as I am, not as what you see me to be. Inside, I am reckless. I am broken. I am beaten, and I am scarred. I've been hurt and cheated, and the pain took it's toll. I am afraid, afraid of everyone. Of everything. Life is a challenge, a daily strain. But you wouldn't notice that, from the outside looking in. I act like life is as easy as breatheing; in, out. In, out. Life, in the making. If only you knew, lonely spectator. If only I could cut myself open, and show you the battle scars. The wounds, the blood, sweat and tears. If I could but touch your mind and show you my life, through my own eyes.. through my own heart. If I could just give you a little taste, it would leave bitterness on your tongue. It would stay with you, always. It would haunt your dreams. And from then on, you'll value how short life is.. and how easily impacted we as individuals are.
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