This world we know is not the one we knew.
The war inside, the constant fire,
yet nothing burns.
We create our own visible hell and become covered
in scars and physical memories.
Two sides divided, both aimed at one another,
but the visions do not compare; for I am
only a part of one.
Two worlds pulled out before us, which shall you believe?
Perception, or reality?
I don’t know where to begin honestly. I’ve written and rewritten this post four times now and the emotions and memories I want to express are difficult to place into words. Time changes things, heals things and breaks things, but it also can better things.
This is the first time in my life where I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be. I’ve made new friends, strengthened older ones, forgiven past ones. I’ve found love, made love, and shared a part of myself I thought I never would. I’ve seen more of life, smelled it, tasted it, heard it, and touched its beauty far longer than my past intentions; but I didn’t go through turmoil and excessive pleasure to learn nothing.
Whoever you bring into your life, or leave out, has a huge influence on who you turn out to be. With some cropping, cutting, and pasting your life can go however you want it to. It’s your life; if you wish to lead an impulsive and fulfilling life–do it. If your desire is an enriching and stable life, go for it.The only one who can stop you is yourself.
Do some re-evaluating on your life and see if this is where you want to be. Remember, you hold the pen, don’t let anyone hold the pen to your story.