Friday, 18 September 2009

Disbelief

States of confusion and bewilderment coupled with apprehension and fear seem to be phases of living that is an experience endured my most at various points in their lives. The reasons are vast and the solutions never simple. We each hold our own worries and hidden secrets to which even our dearest remain oblivious to; the smiles hide frightened beats, ready to give us away if only we could share. But it is the only way to exist. A blanket upon our frames, a shade from potential lies. Alive behind a life.

Living in the form of our selves lets the opportunity arise for ones seeking eyes to stare back at us in contempt, dredging up the old, the forgotten and yet the very true realities. It has always been there, its presence murky, and its realisation only dawned upon now. Its apparent loss had been humbly yet confusedly accepted as an undeniable truth, but now that its existence is no longer buried deep, the old bonds regrow, a force to be controlled. As though a slap on the face, it is the shock that creates the fear and the curled intentions that bring to light the ruse; a cruel play.

When trust is no longer a witness to the all-encompassing embrace, it is the closest within our prints that have created their own hardened fall. Shall it bear witness to the failure of secluded desires, or shall it be the point from which we learn to fly?

After all, there are some who still can't help but give..

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