My Drawing Book: Part 2

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My mother took away my knife.. It helped me with the pain and strife.. I knew she saw the pain, deep within my longing eyes, an ocean of sorrow, gouged roughly upon my skin, and my heart. She saw that pain, all along.. Cutting was an escape, I told her. She shook her head.. She told me otherwise.. "No, my dear.. Cutting isn't an escape.. It doesn't release you from that pain.. Rather, it is a barrier, that traps you deeper within your worst fears...it gouges the fear upon your humanity, darkening it's inner core.." I gazed at her thoughtfully, my sapphire eyes searching for answers among her own hidden ones.. "A..barrier.. My.. Humanity.? What even is humanity.." I paused, searching her face, creased lines of age, among a wave of secrets... She wouldn't reply.. So I decided to give her the answer. "Humanity is fear, and sorrow.. Fear doesn't hide within its core, fear IS its core..Humanity is sorrow...humanity is murder, and pain, and lust.." I paused to search her face once more, seeking any answer that could venture out from any corner.. To my surprise, I saw a kind smile form from the corners of her lips, and her distant eyes managed to focus on mine. "But, my dear.. You forget.. Humanity is what makes up imagination.. Creativity.. Humanity is kindness.. Humanity has beauty, my dear.. Humanity is... Ourselves, we, the people, who move and shake this world, with our own thoughts.. We are the dreamers.. Yet, we are the destroyers.." I opened my mouth to speak, but no words could escape from my lips..I felt my mouth become dry, and my eyes became filled with tears...tears from the sorrow, of what us humans, of what our humanity, has done to move this world.. I felt the stabbing pain of that fact, whirling around, abuzz in my mind. But, I also cried for joy.. I cried for the great dreamers, the creative minds of this world, the ones whom wish to change this world..At that moment, I no longer held back my feelings, for It was no longer needed... As it never was. I sobbed deeply, tears streaming down my cheeks like great flood waters.. I felt my mothers shaky arms around me.. I felt her pull me close.. I felt her body trembling, as her arms embraced me. I whimpered, my thoughts swirling with my mixed emotions.. I felt her tears stream down her own lined face, and wet my shirt.. I sobbed harder, and embraced her. At that moment, we became a sobbing bundle of sorrow, regret, pain, and fear.. But, deep down, unmistaken beauty....

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.. Yet we are the movers and shakers, of the world forever, it seems." (Charlie and the chocolate factory)