Slurring out praises.

January 19, 2010

We are reaching, scratching, grasping for someone to tell us everything is alright. Well, I just don’t know. When life seems like an unsteady castle of cards, I say let if fall. Rebuilding isn’t the demon we’ve made it to be. Sometimes, the real poison we drink is the one that tells its all okay. I want to taste truth on my lips, bitter or sweet. I want to rest my head and sleep knowing I’ve led an honest life, loved an honest love and dreamt an honest dream.


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