Through this life we go through many phases.
Unable to go through walls we decide to turn back.
Sometimes we go around them or us being powerful and the wall weak we break through with confidence.
As we walk through the path we see many faces, reflections even and eyes looking into eyes.
We're not intimidated very easilly but sometimes fear is all we have. Hold that fear with open arms because that's only what we're destined to have. Holding fear cold bodies we feel welcoming death into our lives. I've been wanting to see that one human who chooses to live rather than die. I've been waiting for someone who wants that too. Our faces going through many phases sometimes bleeding red and at worst times blue is what travels down our faces being tied down to the ground we can't go on. We hold ourselves with our own leash that can't be torn unless we realize that it isn't really there. We're being forced to live free and therefore being oppressed by things so mere like the wind. The green in th elight so strong and growing into the sky. When the world is the the attention of the space above we're still not meant to become self centered. Dust slow covering our knowledge and making it decompose into the past and letting us forget who we're suppossed to be. Pieces are all we have when the fire burns out our houses we were meant to keep organized. Our innocence spilled like blood through the floor it lies and it hardens instead of evaporating. Our hearts becoming black with the smoke of our souls slowly separating itself from our cursed bodies. Possessions only happen when we lack a soul to feel the spirituallity within us. When every message makes sense and every word is the truth we're only searching for the convienence in this life so long and sometimes too short. When in life we need a secretive God which listens to us when we're in the dark rooms doors locked and let the truth come out of us no matter how much pain our silent sincerity brings us we're just stars waiting for our fire to die or burst into more light. Let others learn why stars don't always burn bright but why do stars die slowly and darkly? when we wear the robes of ritiual in the night we recite our creeds to make this life even better for ourselves and let those who don't belong die outside. What makes someone worthy enough to become great? No specific virtue at all except tha lighted Aura in our hearts and body not burning black. Colors that make us so many to name hummanity in average is very gray. Smiles and and frowns more popular than any other emotion poison our lives making us hurt for things which hold no real meaning. Our roots being eaten by the parasites that grow in the ground taking our nutrition and letting our limbs dry out and die. This world me and you have is everything we can ever have and this war in which we fight is for a different reason for all of us. Avenge, attack, destroy, kill, save, protect, live free and enjoy your life while you take part in this game.