the proposal of truth

i'll carve the words into the surface when they won't bleed through it.
tracing forcefully over the words until they read dark and boldly
sometimes we'll make a sacrifice and smash something beautiful just to hear the shatter, even if for a short moment.
giving truth when you can't always give justice.
grasping enough self-control not to allow emotion to motivate me instead of logic when there's a war between the two:  to just walk away sometimes and return when you are at a rational serenity.
knowing just because a feeling is strong now, sometimes you have to hold back because it won't be consistent.  the storm just passing by.  a rainbow in the sky.
saved by new highs from fantasies, fame and lust when you become bored with love:  obsessions with fiction, forgetting about the people who love you.
trying to find a healthy medium between morals and happiness when your desires won't allow balance between the two.
unsure of where to draw the line between living for ourselves and for others without betraying the idea of morals, falling into sin.
memories fade even more by the day, eventually to the point they are so far away from our senses, we could've dreamt them and not really lived them.
knowing the difference between an observation and a judgement when you gossip and hear gossip from others.
don't be fooled by their potentially fraud warmth, for people are not genuine:  they'll manipulate you to get what they want from you, then quickly remove their masks.
i will not be fooled by first, second and even third impressions.  i will not grant someone the honor of positive character until they can prove themselves consistently to me.
for you can change your environment:  but your thoughts, habits and addictions will still follow you.  ideas proposed too soon.
don't have a bias for over-ly sensitive and negative people.  don't have a bias when you have both sides of the story:  for it was never your story to tell.
there are endless combinations of words in this language the two of us have created.  they only make sense to us, but are beautiful to everyone.


-shelly scene