Words slowly lose meaning. Am I running out of time?


Who is there left to lie to? I cannot lie to him. I could never lie to myself.

Heaven never lasts very long. Maybe that is my fault.

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Transitional, indescribable, flitting from one place to another. So many changes, too many to remember.

When life moves so quickly, how can you live for today?

Everything happens for a reason. But who is it that knows all of these reasons?

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The words blurred, the lines blurred, our worlds blurred. Veracity, truth, realism blurred with fabrication, mirages, daydreams.

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I forget to keep a piece of my heart for myself. Forever displaying my life to the world, my eagerness getting the best of me.

It is a question of commitment, a question of sanity. I don't have the answer.

I have never known where to draw the line.

So I continue to share the pain. Only then can you reap contentment.

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Are you fearless in your dreams? Or will these uncertainties stand the test of time?

Fortitude alone cannot breed courage nor hope. Only a strange madness lies beyond this point.

The heart is stranger than fiction.

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I lay it all on the line. I tell it just as it is. No one will hear me, nonetheless. But at the very least, I will have this tranquility. I will find my peace, written along these wistful shadows.

One pure faith. One simple heart. One sincere love.


Clarity comes at a price. These words linger on. It is no one's writing but my own.