Sometimes, we read in-between the lines for answers we’re not aware of. For solutions, our souls struggle to find. For a version of reality that eludes our mind.
But if we try a little longer, just grin and bear it. Till our patience diminishes like breaking glass. Let the sharp pieces fall where they may. We strive to be in it’s company but we fear it’s arrival.
For the truth there is no match. Lies pose as a poor, unseemly rival. The truth begs to be seen. It aches to be touched… It is marked as obscene that is the nature of the unknown. It changes everything you use to know.
Love always, Esha ❤