If it wasn't for a sunny day after the worst of storms coward, then where would hope lie? In the arms of the broken; no easier lost than found. As I walk and talk I realize that I myself am no less than a human contradiction, inflicted with emotions that do not mesh; the rain brings forth smiles, the light brings in the dark.
To know truth is unbearable but to wear a mask is far more painful. With the answers scratching at the surface, slowly killing you to break through and let yourself become vulnerable with honesty. Though sometimes death is tempting, if you get to live in ignorant bliss. Knowledge is all anyone grasps for now, leaving feelings aside, but without feeling where is life? Where does the faith and hope, passion and desire, truth and freedom run to? At moments they shine through the cracks and holes that have not been influenced and tainted. Those moments of beauty strung along create the only memories worth reliving before the soul itself escapes the blind shell of life. To break free, to laugh and cry, to live beyond all else that has failed.
Jumping into a new world without fear, for fear is foolish and yet weakness can be strength; it takes a certain kind of strength to reveal ones weakness. But soon the flames burn out, the dust leaves a trail, following in the same footsteps, until its too late to make new ones.
But when I wake to a sunny day, where the storm is a distant pain, stored in yesterday; a new smile creeps upon my face and once again faith is restored.. until my thoughts linger to a new approaching storm .
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