We always dream of a better life, those accustomed to nothing. Hoping that for once a light is bestowed on to us that could weather through the darkness already foretold to us. A life of less pain, more pleasure, less hurt and more forgiveness....for we still live in the shadow of a master we cannot see.
Laying in a line of fire, doused with uncertainties, conditioned in failure to the lost of hope.
Bonded by the hurt of lost.
A cycle emerges and continues shining in all crevices but still pointing out our shadows in darkness...a darkness that can never leave, a darkness that is always there, a darkness that becomes both friend and foe telling us we can never be whom we think we are just who we are told to be...
So i sit in the darkness beneath the stars because they say shoot for the moon even if you miss you will land among the stars but with no one to catch them.....many exist beneath them with no one to acknowledge their existence
