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Thursday, May 29, 2008

These are just random words from a heart that’s not at ease, stringed together.

There are so many questions one wants to ask…but no one wants to answer. During these times many things can run through ones mind and you can’t blame them. Fear is stronger than bravery itself. When someone is asking a question no matter how many times they’ve asked it, just answer. It’s a sign that someone just wants to be comforted. Sometimes they just want to hear more than just straight answers. Yes, they’ve asked that question a hundred times over but it’s a cry for comfort. Crying out for someone to just hold them and whisper the words they long to hear. People lie. Your loved ones lie. Sometimes to see what your next move would be or what you’d say next. They lie and say they are alright but they’re not.

Feelings are mixed up. The heart isn’t filled with beautiful poetry, or masterpieces anymore. Fear, anger, sadness, sorrow can drive one mad. Mad till the point they don’t know who they are anymore. Mad till they cry to themselves. They try hard not to show but when no one sees the true face behind the mask unveils the true that lies beneath. Because of that some lie. Some lie due to fear and so on….The heart is a funny place. It’s a place that ones broken it’s hard to fix.

~ { 6:59 AM }
reflections of you and me;