Enough already. The hardest part is staring in the mirror and facing not only yourself, but what you've done—which inevitably becomes a part of you, of your face, of your heart and soul and who you are as a moral creature.
Looking at me from an outside bubble, one might completely misconstrue who I am and I my let him because I once had that vision too. But let's be serious, we are adults now.
I know its naive, but is it wrong to feel the weight and pressure of adulthood yet know the bullet proof vest you've created is not nearly strong enough to counter the challenges you will most certainly face?
*Because sometimes turning and walking away is easier
Is there a point where confusion peaks into realization and though nothing was solved you're at peace? If so, I border these moments and perhaps, even reach them. But the moment you second guess your serenity, it's gone before you even knew it came. Life's a bitch aint it?
I like depressing quotes and poems because they give me a reality I can feel—somehow that makes things better. It's hard to explain, but if you write pain and feel it, and express sorrow and regret through art, then in life you can release the other, more pleasant, emotions.
Sometimes I'm wrong and I know it. Sometimes I'm wrong and I'm stubborn and refuse to see it. Sometimes, I'm right. Sometimes I think I'm right, and well, hell, sometimes I just don't know and choose to walk away...
~z.
*Picture pulled from here.
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