“We all keep guards up, but to protect us from what?
The inevitable?
The pain we’re already meant to feel?
If it’s not love, then it is the absence of love that will destroy you.
We have too much of one thing, and not enough of another.
There is no.balance               in this world.No equilibrium,                                        nothing.
To accept as truth. Logic. To trust.


Are well all equally as 
                                 hopeless. 

                                                 helpless. 
                                                               and 
                                                                       alone?
Vulnerable; nude?

Are you as afraid as I am?
To awake one morning, with the sun peaking through your blinds, slowly realizing that you are devestatingly alone?
That only you can escape the shadows of this Earth, but you survive alone.

Alone.
And your heart will just kind of sink; you’ll feel sore.You’ll peel the walls of this Earth,
                                               endlessly overwhelmed.

Your organs begin to unravel,
                                         no longer will reality pose as a
                                                        three dimensional image.

The world captures you in terms of lights.
and colors. Are we reflections of the spectrum?
Is what we see, and feel simply figments of our imagination?
Is there something deeper here, on this Earth?

Or are we just
victims of evil.
                       Where the ones who give hope, are just a flame in the wind?”

-J.P. Trochez.

“We all keep guards up, but to protect us from what?
The inevitable?
The pain we’re already meant to feel?
If it’s not love, then it is the absence of love that will destroy you.
We have too much of one thing, and not enough of another.
There is no.balance               in this world.No equilibrium,                                        nothing.
To accept as truth. Logic. To trust.


Are well all equally as 
                                 hopeless. 

                                                 helpless. 
                                                               and 
                                                                       alone?
Vulnerable; nude?

Are you as afraid as I am?
To awake one morning, with the sun peaking through your blinds, slowly realizing that you are devestatingly alone?
That only you can escape the shadows of this Earth, but you survive alone.

Alone.
And your heart will just kind of sink; you’ll feel sore.You’ll peel the walls of this Earth,
                                               endlessly overwhelmed.

Your organs begin to unravel,
                                         no longer will reality pose as a
                                                        three dimensional image.

The world captures you in terms of lights.
and colors. Are we reflections of the spectrum?
Is what we see, and feel simply figments of our imagination?
Is there something deeper here, on this Earth?

Or are we just
victims of evil.
                       Where the ones who give hope, are just a flame in the wind?”

-J.P. Trochez.

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