The books on the shelves stare at me quietly like any other thing in the room. If only I could hush my inner critic as easily as an inanimate object lying on the floor. If the exact same words were to come from someone else, the scenario would have been smashing - quite literally.
It is the looking Glass wars within the walls of mercy as they cry with silence in Black and White. How gravely mistaken can you be from such a beautiful lie and anticipate those selfish words.
It is said that a blind horse can never win a race, what if it didnt choose to loose its sight! Can you still blame it for not knowing the path it's taking? I am afraid its not good enough to carve the lines of destiny.
At the end of the day, we all hide behind the tears of a clown.. deceiving yet so convincing to cause a change of heart.
wow, that's so deep. really nice writing. could imagine as well as understand at the same time. i like the last bit a lot :)
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