suspicion kills.
over time, paranoia builds.
what is left...
is nothing but doubt.
suspicion saves.
it thrives, providing sanctuary.
what is achieved...
is nothing but life.
love is naught but kind,
selfless, forgiving, and undying.
when love is love, and all the more,
what else would it look like?
still,
pure as an angel, and white as snow?
or black, like the dark cloudy sky,
preparing to shed teary raindrops
that pierce and shatter our dear hearts?
i have no idea what i'm rambling about.
>.<"
life is so, that we put one foot forward,
after another,
to go on..., and on..., and on....,
until the day we vanish and disappear
to become twinkling stars of the night sky...
i guess?
aching legs heal,
aching arms heal,
aching eyes heal,
aching hearts, will heal...
someday...
it will...
i hope.
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