sometimes i feel unworthy of writing. like the things i write can in no way do justice the the things i write about. i cant capture everything about anything. this understanding is both a blessing and a curse
Friday, June 13, 2014
If only you knew: {a memoir to those who don't}
Sometimes things don't make sense; like the lines between reality and mentality are blurred. When you see with your mind and not with your eyes, and being alive is contradictory. The past is a painful reality that is happening right now, and time can stop completely. The world feels empty as you run through crowds of people. The war in your mind is apparent by the battle field visible on your skin.
they dont know,
and neither do you, but your world is a different color.
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