I say this never to be spoken with out the comfort and protection of my own head.
I feel myself strong enough to know I have a broken heart, chips misplaced on my shoulders, and smiles hidden in moments of panic. I am the smallest person I will never understand. I silently cry when I'm happy, the same goes for when I'm sad. what's the difference between my love, and my hate when they both make me mad. I never felt as free as just working for bills, or as lonely as when I was with my first love. Every lie feels true, when the truth is based on the complications of your up bringing. all the wrongs are alright as long as everybody knows, but everyone keeps the secret. It's the rule of thumb. Words tremble the goosebumps on your skin as unfamiliar feelings settle in, nail bitting suspense playing back each sentence yelling in defence. Nothing ever seems to make sense. This is my world, never the less I'm not even a speck to be noticed, these windshield wipers just push me to the side. Fast this little ride...
LIFE'S WINDSHIELD
Royale jones
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