Seeing is Believing

What is that we seek?

Happiness that exists in the silence of often times harsh honesty?

And yes there was a time when my heart was a privileged acquaintance of yours

but at what time did it become a burden;

a bomb in your hands you have the right to detonate?

Or maybe this time you'll throw it to someone else, make it their problem.

Or give it back to me and let it detonate in my hands.

Who would have known that the memories are by far the only thing that you can see without believing





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