Weak and tired we drag ourselves out of bed every morning to a buzzing alarm that reminds us how sadly the creation of time has grown to run our lives... how each hour, minute, and second makes a difference that could possibly manipulate the fate of our future in the next day, week, or lifetime... and in the midst of this we are trapped in the monotony of the lives that we fall into... and however much we might fight it or hate it or not even notice it at times, do we ever take a moment to notice ourselves?
When you look into the mirror each morning, what do you see? Nothing? Because it's too early for your eyes to process anything concrete? A canvas that you must prepare and perfect before letting anyone else see an unfinished "work of art"? Someone that you don't want to? Someone that you strive to be? In any of these instances I beg... do you ever see you?
We live in a world that sees us for the outward expression of who we are... and if that is how we are judged, why do we hide the reality that lies beneath? And why, even in those few instances of honest expression, are we even more judged for the honesty that we portray? We beg to be known and we beg for truth but when it spits in our face we run and turn our backs against the only reality we might possibly ever know.
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