raw

dont know where to begin
dont know where to end
life takes a turn
you lean into it or you fight it
either way life runs its course

pages of a book uniform and stylistically similar
look deeper and there is a uniqueness in each
something plain and sterile
takes life breathes lives loves and dies
the outward appearance stays the same
yet wars have been won and lost
for something simple as words on a page

is life as simple
or life complex
words on a page
black on white or
reflections of a mind
reflections of a terror
reflections of emotion

would it be so desirable to have simplistic lives
do we desire to be tortured
do we define our lives through pain

would it be to much to ask for freedom
for emotional freedom
brutal honesty
brutal attraction
brutal pain
brutal ecstasy

exhaustion describes emotional capacity
exhausted of being judged
hated
loved
looking over a shoulder
what ifs
FUCK WHAT IFS