…Forward…

Never let your Past Mistakes…

Restrict your Future Plans of Progression

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…Familiarity…

It’s amazing how the arrival of one thing can completely change the entire dynamic of the universe around it.
For no matter how much you wish for some things to stay the same…

Change is Imminent

Whether you’re ready for it or not

…and knowing this…
I still retreat within the comfort of last months re-run

…Halted Passion…

I use to not write because I knew that you would read it…

True meanings of my words were never how you perceived it

For if there was a flaw to which could in any way be directed towards you that lied between the lines of anything I scribed…

You’d somehow take it, swallow it, and let pre-conceived false notions of my emotions manifest into a deep inscruciating pain within you…
One to which I was trained to believe I was always the blame.

So…

I stopped writing

No longer did I wish to have my thoughts breed false truths to those I adored the most.

For though art is perception, I was never one who writes to entice hearts through deception…

Though for some that could be questioned…

Those who chose to hang upon my every word until I refused to utter another, leaving them gasping and grasping for air, wondering if I ever actually cared

Though had you taken my words for what they were, you never would’ve needed to question it’s validity…

And I never would’ve felt the need to stop writing

…For What It Is…

I use to not write because I knew that you would read it…

True meanings of my words were never how you perceived it

For if there was a flaw that could in any way be directed towards you that lied between the lines of anything I wrote…

You’d somehow take it, swallow it, and let preconceived false notions of my emotions manifest into a deep inscruciating pain…
One to which I was trained to believe I was always the blame.

So…

I stopped writing

No longer did I wish to have my thoughts breed false truths to those I adored the most.

For though art is perception, I was never one who writes to entice hearts through deception…

Though for some that could be questioned…

Those who chose to hang upon my every word until I refused to utter another, leaving them gasping and grasping for air, wondering if I ever actually cared

Though had you taken my words for what they were, you never would’ve needed to question it’s validity…

And I never would’ve felt the need to stop writing