Unbroken
Our hopes and reason for living were tied to the beauty and reality of men, dreams were so real to us like the vision of the clouds by day, the journey of a thousand mile is said to start by a step, it was hard for us to believe because, we had everything cozy for us, transportation made us forget about that saying. The purpose for living becomes futile and rare, when other colors feel they radiate more than the others. The truth unknowingly, is in the hearts of all men but, some think because they aren't in 'shirts' so they are the only people having it, yet, the visibility of the truth in us tames us from repeating norms, the truth fuses with our humanity. Like ostriches, our heads are hid in the earth whilst our bodies are visible. The truth lies in the heart of men, yet, the thoughts of people make it seem like, the truth is in the minds of people buried in the earth rather, the truth is in the hearts of men. The pain seems unbearable to me, let...