Perspective worthy of poetry.

Every human being thinks they’re better off alone, that the damage we do in numbers is colossal, but the silent immense pain we bring upon ourselves is the real war that occurs each and everyday. The pain that lingers from the past and the fear that emits because of the future. It’s the haunting memories and damaged capabilities. The change in our behavior, beliefs, and backgrounds. It’s the unthinkable actions that lead us to discover who we really are and the faded advice that drowns with the next bottle of booze. It’s the lives that ultimately change through experience and the reality that things break and sometimes moving on is easier. The piercing heartache that sometimes goodbyes do mean forever and forever is a lie.