AN: same goes for this as the last piece
The Truth
It all started about 5 years ago. I dragged my head out of the clouds long enough to look at what was happening in the world around me. Not just the stupid things, not the artificial lives that moved in a blur, but what was truly taking place underneath it all. That was my first mistake.
I slowly watched all the goodness leave the world along with my innocence as I found something I had never searched for before; the Truth. Not the bullshit handed to everyone when they're younger, not the compendious version covered by fakely sweet smiles, like someone poured a packet of Splenda on the entirety of the cryptic explanation. For once in my life I looked deeper as I observed what was occurring. I stopped looking through people and instead looked at them. How I wish I could go back in time and tell myself to ignore the longing to understand, to help, to grow. God, how I wish I hadn't grown.
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My Heart's Prison
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
