We

Sharing some moments of realisation embodied as snippets-

Even the simplest of souls hide behind darkness. Wonder you just see a smile but what's beneath it, is always undermined. Hope you see what even the soul cant omit.

A thing simple for one might be a fight for another. A sin for one might be someone's source of pleasure. We seek to find peace in ways we cant describe. Thence end up choosing the most easiest way which summons us in disguise. Hope you see it more than just your eyes. 

Finding sorrow or happiness is in one's admire, guiding us right is what's incessant since past lives. Long lived the humankind yet stay undiscovered of the true peace; have our experience been an experiment or was it just a shrine.  

We don't hope to feel sorrow or demise, but the built up of a happy life is what kills us half alive. You're beautiful and powerful, know and own it even if no one sings it to you. There's no soul like you nor any role like you; live as there's no one to play it, like you would. 

A book's muse isn't the happy ending, it's the tragedy that yeasts the afflatus. (happy ending is just the end of  that spasm).  

Beneath every gesture is a hidden message. Hope you uncover the deepest rampage. The fight isn't theirs, it's always been ours. Remember it wont stay a wound for long, 'cause it's time for it to be an impelling scar. 

-Your  ever so often