An update to our two readers... just saying... I don't think there's much purpose in what we all have right now... but it's all exactly so perfect...
The faults and mistakes in our lives.. we hate them so dearly... but it's what creates the beauty of sorrow... the artistic human beings that roam this earth... true affection is through emotions... we cry deep down... but even deeper we're enjoying it... we're smiling inside... it feels just too good to be true.
At ages of faith... we jump into it... it just feels so good... but we're cast out into the deepest part... and you can't move... it's that ledge that saves us... but for the elegant it feels good in the dark... I'll stay here at the below... and stare towards you all... down here... alone.
I've been sitting in this spot too long... I've grown numb...
These faults... have created me... and you can't change who I am... steriotype me into any catagory... but I'll always be me.. the simularitys are nothing compared to my soul.
Your hate is building me. I love you.
I've made a difference in life... I'm hoping a face has smiled...
Hate drives us... we thrive for happiness... the only true reality is the pain... because the hurt is the only thing that feels real... when you get numb... you question reality... and bring on... the hurt.
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