We forget it sometimes in between all the insecurities we feel, our true self that is.
The layers of reality comes confusing, comes hiding behind some darkness that sneaks into a beautiful state of mind rendering it forever unattainable.
The world and our environment, brings variables we wish we can ignore but we seem to be helpless not give in to.
I salute them who say it out loud. So free of judgement, so free of opinion. Sensing it the way they need to, they want to.
But a thing that is broken, twisted, turned and screwed up with, is a thing that is forever wounded beyond forceful trials of repair.
And such thing needs to be unrooted, for it to grow again into whatever it was supposed to grow into.
So far as we be, we live and so far as we not, we vanish and damn the bells of imagination as it proves to be hurtful rather than hopeful.
Who brings gets brought, and who shies away dies within.