Go on and cry

“I might need more coffee, there’s a need to write, and I’m still going through piles of dirt trying to figure out what to write about.”

We have an eye for positivity whilst we drown in negativity, having the edge to see positivity through piles of negativity surrounding our lives. Being the only target they’ve been pointing at irregardless of the deeds we bring to the table, we once took the life of the beast that threatens millions of lives only to have our deeds hung up in remorse merely because we didn’t clean the blood behind us.

All the piles of dirt kept us warm during the winter season, when there wasn’t a single soul to believe in our craft we had our dirt patting our backs. Times have changed, we might have changed just a bit but looking at the mirror, we now see fault on the mirror itself and not the man on the mirror. We once carried the sins of every individual merely because we kept our words hidden deep. We now channel our emotions, dipping dry paint brushes trying to convince the entire world that they relate to us more than we relate to them. Walking with heads facing down, we hear the world cry but ironically we do not perceive any being cry for help when we raise our heads. Why are you hurting just in the inside?