To reach out and speak is forever a chore when taking account to the heart of mankind. Though no matter the generalization of what we are, what we were or even who we are to become, we stand in opposition even in the same room. For no two persons can exist alike, the only common point we truly have is that at some point we were given life and we choose whether or not to live it.
But still I ponder what effects our life will have if there was not just one of ourselves. Do not misconstru my words to a level of scisophrenia, simply the fact that we are never born alone. Whatever the cause, reason, reaction or influence, we are still amongst ourselves. That can never truly change. True madness lies in the desolation of that matter.
I do not beckon thee to accept nor disreguard what I say for even with words unsaid the mind has a way of putting a voice to them. I wish not to live a life of vandetta's or spoils. Even in my own mind I see myself not as a king or god, simply an artist with a blank slate. Even on days that shine their blackest they will always start anew, wiped clean.
I do have morals and ideas that many share though I shall not share aloud. No sword can cut as deep as words, no arrow can pierce a heart deeper.
Remember now, words keep secrets, words give us hope. Even those who can't speak can yell defiance, those who can't read can interpret life and those who remain silent can still raise their arms in hope. let the rain fall, let the thunder cry, let all who see us know that we will strike as lightning. We are the power and no matter who or what we are, we will be the voice of our futures and speak aloud to who we will become.
Pass love, cherish hope and live life. For these will show you the truth in my words.
Live...love...hope