I wonder what we are.
Are we the monsters we created in our minds, are we the angelic perfect image we limit ourselves by?
What is the truth, and is that even true?
What is love and why do we love and live?
I do not think anyone truly knows, I certainly do not.
I doubt every step, every second. I over analyze every word and take it apart to find the hidden meaning.
Then you get those moments, tiny little forgettable moments. The whole world stops and you can be truly free in emotion for those few moments, but just like that it is gone.
People like me.
People like you.
People like her.
People like him.
Are we not all the same?
Do we not all feel, cry, bleed, hate and love?
Do we all not fall, whether it is falling inlove, falling apart ir simply falling.
So many questions, I could explode.
The answers lost, unknown and forgotten.
In a world like this, I am in pain because you are in pain.
I see it in your eyes, in your smiles and in your actions.
What if we could have it all, the perfect life, perfect husband, perfect family?
Would you really chose it?
I would not
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A Thought
PoetryIf you can only imagine. If you can only think. That all it ever took was a single thought.
