Artistically articulated and constructed in a heart that we believe is uninfiltrated,
We have love flowing through our veins from a place in ourself that is so true and because of our genuine character the world causes us pain.
We construct from our own personal realities the assumption of how the emotions will cause us to feel.
We paint this finish line of expectations as a glass that we never paint til it is filled.
It is ever lacking at least on the receiving end. Assured of our own devotions we deny how our actions truly make other people feel.
That is not as real, or not as felt, really we may vaugly sympathize but return to the cards that we are dealt.
We don't mean to be bad, I believe people truly are ignorant of the role that they play. The center of our self is