my bones crack and become frail. My blood is as thick as oil. My arteries and veins collapsed a long time ago.
My brain still sparks and thinks. My lungs still take in the stale air of this town. The eyes take in the pictures and proceed to document.
Half-dead or half alive? one cannot be both. Forever torn apart, between the daylight and the dark. The struggle between optimism and negativity still rages.
one cannot be both. rinse and repeat.
you meet people who you can tell right away what type of person they are. half and half either way. i recently met a person who seemed quite genuine and real. but i forever will be a horrible judge of character. Maybe its because i m a serious guy with serious passions. and as of late i'v been associating with a faulty sort. it takes real courage to be honest, but she could never be.
we all walk a fine line between the liar and the friend. tread carefully on me friends, for i am frail and in need of fixing.
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