Every moment seemed like a second life, I knew I had to break the silence when thoughts hurt like the bite from a sand-fly and words became my cry.

It was easier to see the light in obscurity and I found sanity in the presence of insanity. Just as sound is birthed from silence the beauty of light is formed in darkness. Look differently if you wish to see clearly because we all look but see differently.

When I knew all I had known was a mirage my heart was shattered like a painter’s ink spilled on the floor. And these words are the spill from it so I hope it makes your world beautiful.
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