Truth In The Air

Truth In The Air

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Jan 6, 2025<5 mins
From a small mouth, a big truth can flow. A kind word can help someone grow. Two ears to listen, one person at a time. One mouth to speak to a person or a crowd. Two hands and ten fingers can make a thousand works. Eye sees everything but cannot see itself. I see everything but I cannot see my heart. When my heart hurts, I cannot see the blood. What is painful is when a face is crying without seeing the flood. If it was true when you are poor, you cannot be in love. Rich people need to be more careful with whom they fall in love. Self-love, self-love helps twice to choose who you want to put in your life. A shadow is the best follower that everyone always has
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I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.

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