These times haven't been the best for many people. There've been earnest prayer, and so much thought. It must be the weather. The gloom and doom of the season.

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whatever it is.. whatever happens later on.

be brave.

don't let the tears fall, because they change things.

they change you.

they change what you should be, and what you have become.
or let it fall then.

and let them never see the pain it caused you.
for you are the fragility, the elusive, the forgotten, the breaking.

whoever said that to be broken was so wrong. who said to be whole was perfect. they could be lying.

you can't be mended until you're broken. you can't be broken until you've mended again.
it's all about perspective you see.

how do you offer a hand, when none is necessary. do you then pretend that you don't need them.

do you not need the shoulder, the love, the touch, the smile.
maybe you lie too.

then isn't it just a big charade. we're fools in this masquerade.

are we playing pretend. let's feign ignorance.

wait, i've forgotten where we even started.

what if there wasn't a beginning.. maybe we've been dreaming all along, and that our lives, our existence, it all just leads us to a wall. the blank, cold wall.

maybe we're sailors shipwrecked on the island we never knew existed.

or maybe we're children waiting near the chimney during Christmas.

maybe we're butterflies. we fly one day, we fall the next. and the cycle goes on.

the irony of it. the tragedy, the comedy that is life.

maybe when we're washed up on the shores, on the warm white sands beneath cool trees and tall shades.. we will realise we aren't really different after all.

we're just one of the same kind. you and me.
two of a kind.