I see an artist trying desperately,
You see a failure
I see an someone special and brimming with potential,
You see a freak
I see a person content with what they have,
You see an outcast
I see a stressed mother holding on for her child,
You see a disgrace

I see an a broken heart yearning for love,
You see a wretch
I see myself and smile,
You see me and laugh
and jeer
and mock
and tease

But both of us can see
through your mask and fear.
I hope you can and will see
You’re exactly who you’re meant to be.




In the world of material objects, only death lasts.

Darling, trust me, I know. I have seen the wealthy fall from their pedestals; I have witnessed the mighty crash into the mud with a resounding thud. The oppressed have broken free from their chains time and time again; the weak have risen to the pinnacle of society.

There is only one thing that binds them all together: they have all met Father. He can be cold and uninviting, or warm and hospitable. He can take your hand slowly, or strike you down like a flash of lightning. But he comes to all regardless.

I know only death lasts. But dreams can also last forever.

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