There is no such answer to life. There is only growing up. There is only you and me and them. There is only the people we meet, the people we hurt, the people we love, the people we see on the street for an instant. There is only everybody and what we believe, what we know, what we have faith in. There is only the line that separates hate and love and the line holds everything else that resembles anger and passion. The line is the in between line. The line tells me right from wrong. The line tells me how I should be. But I want to glimpse beyond the line. I want to witness the deeper beauty no one else admires. I want to see the love of my life and tell him these things, but I'm still walking through this life without his hands, without his reassurance. But who he is, I don't know. I just wish the line would break and I'd see what I haven't seen. I wish that in between line would cripple and then I'd feel my lover's hands.
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My Words By Audrey B. Holley
RandomI'm spilling my insides. Perhaps, you feel the same. A heart that wishes to harmonize. Feelings that roll around. How outcasts are wrong...all because of a shirt. A lonely world. Note to reader: I add in whatever is on my mind, so this is incomplete...
