It’s true , everything appears beautiful and divine from afar. The exterior seems neat and glossy , and that’s what makes us gravitate towards each other. Why don’t we all go closer ,observe the fine cracked lines below fake smiles which tell stories , stories which cannot be told by words . No were not each other’s mysteries to be solved , not metaphors so why are we getting stuck in the labyrinths of self assumption , I guess we should believe our instincts. If you think one person can show you how dawn rises and how dusk falls merely by their eyes , why don’t you watch the sunrise and sunset by yourself and realise that everything around you is blind poetry. We’re all the same both inside and outside. We’re all very unique and special for ourselves ,but everyone thinks that , so what sets you apart ? So who are you when everyone’s outer coat is warm and glossy. No one would like to it to be less glossy and each if us holds the a brush to polish their reputation. We’re all the same inside and outside. We’re made of the same flesh , blood , bones and the same kind of sufferings. We’re made of the same questions, same sacrifice, same confusions ,same stardust and we all are the same blown out candles, we’re all defeated at some point or the other in the same damn way. What sets us apart are ways we search for from beneath our ashs and graves we have dug out for ourselves , while still alive ,because reaching out for help or accepting help isn’t foolish. Accepting we were wrong sets us apart. In the end we’re all memories , stories , what sets us apart is about how we shed our blood ,sweat and tears.
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