Let’s talk about something, nothing, everything. Let’s talk. The pain, the denial, the lost game, the death of a will. Let’s talk about how we are not what we were and we didn’t even know when we changed. The hurt that is invisible and odourless. Let’s talk about the existence of cold black hearts with red color and soft warm skin. The failure and murder of a dream, let’s talk about what we want but won’t fight for.
I think I’m the way I’m for a reason and being the anomaly is not a curse but my what makes me special.
Maybe, inner content & my soul are parallel lines but what kind of person would I be if I didn’t try to make them meet. I mean sanity is dull and lethal. Denial sometime saves life. Imagine if I accepted end of tunnel is a wall, such fatality would occur inside and out.
Let me be the odd one & the one in denial, let me breathe some and some more.