A cigarette here and there. A fuck to lance away the cobwebs caused by too much indifference brought on by years of keeping it all locked within. In the corners of your mouth, I see enough shadows to drown a thousand proletarians. I see enough pain to undo a lifetime of dreams that never had the chance to flourish despite the fierce mind that conjured them. How sad it is to think of all those that are struggling, of those that are busy living a lie doing their best to smile when inside they feel as if the rug is being swept from under their feet day after day after day. I’ve stood on that rug, and I know what it’s like to feel as if you’re neither here nor there. But to rage and struggle and drown and suffer is what makes us smile when no one else is looking. It’s what gives us a reason to keep wishing for that moment when things fall into place, and at long last, we can claim to be who we want to be. This is a journal. This is a reason why. Words and passion and messages. Truth and beauty and a need to run away from life in order to find a reason to live. Through the forest and through the mirror. Through the dark of seasons past to the light of your embrace. From the hanging days that never seem to shift to the solar flare of your kiss as we stand in the rain with no intention of losing this gaze.