In Moderated Truths.

I am in hopes that you'd listen. Words don't travel far anymore, but thoughts are so easily spread. The line between fate and destiny was crossed far too many times. The lies I write are filled with the truths you believe. If no two things are the same then why must this be. Every word spit burns concrete. Every thought told lives inside. I tried to hide the truth, for it won't save you. But now karma only searches for me. I hide in the middle ground, somewhere between existence and fiction. Maybe in there I'll find a hope for a new life, for a better one. In there only will I finally pull the thorn out. Drop the dead creature bellowing on my back. While also hold onto the child, the child that blossomed from the ashes of the previous death. Maybe a wish would pull me through, maybe a wish would take you too. I want to hold on, but my fingers have bled. I want to let go onto the softest ledge. It's not that I'm scared, yet I'm quite wary. It's just another life I may lose on the path there. See every word we exchanged may be real, but it's not the same expression that I feel. If your eyes and mine will meet again, I want to let you know, oh dear Friend. Every time that we beckon the silence, it's like a flat line, indeed timeless. I don't mean to hurt or shun, but this is the last letter I'll spill before I run. Inside every letter above is a riddle, but the truths shines through when you really seek it. Nothing I stated is just another word, and honestly, you weren't ever just another girl. With an hope in my mind that there are open ears, with a guarantee that I can't fight my fears. With a lie that I must state again, maybe a truth will instead fight through, my Friend.