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location: MVA's heart & soul
oh look - the sky is falling!

artist/photographer full time dreamer

My heart. . .
Can't trust anyone, or believe in itself, for that matter.
When I open up to people,
they're only getting half the truth -
and not the whole thing.
It's only in those rare moments when my emotions take control
that I unknowingly spill the truth
Because sometimes, the truth can be beautiful,
yet very ugly at the same time.
It's harsh like a whip,
yet as beautiful as the sun going down from the sky.
It can hurt,
and sometimes there's no band-aid you can use.
It can keep bleeding,
and there will be nothing there to catch it, or stop it.
It can be in pain,
and there will be no painkiller to relieve you.
It can feel its worst,
and there will be no one there to help you.

I hate this feeling inside.
Pass me those oranges, please.

I hope you're as confused as I am,
because I have no clue what I'm thinking.

What I'm writing is making no sense either.

My heart. . .
is hereby thereby confused.