Isn't it an oxymoron?? That everyone's reality is truth but not everyone's truth is a reality. Marching to the beat of a 9-to-5 with the rhythm of a stay-at-home mom. Life is only relative to circumstance. But don't make your circumstance your conclusion. Live to die another day, but die to live another day. How can we be so many things and nothing at the same time?? A mid-winters nightmare can be another persons midnight summer's dream. Yet, all the while we are changing by staying the same. And when I thought I had it all figured out, I got my red-penned essay back: "Nice try." The words so taunting. As if I didn't know that already. Relativity is the key to survival. But who needs to survive when reality is not truth??
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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