If one can so easily hide behind such a facade, I believe that one is not completely innocent. We hide behind facades to avoid, to estrange from world views: void some and create new ones.

I saw a glimpse of you , or a part of the shadow of you, by the wall from which you hide behind.

Everyone who has seen darkness can create a facade; it's like a shield from that darkness, is it not ?

The problem is how fastened you are to the facade: how fixated you are upon creating the facade for looks. You are beginning to forget what the purpose of the facade was for . . . or remembering why, once more ?

If you are remembering, perhaps that is why I saw part of you-- the real you.

The real you that is detrimental to your guarded self.

I fear you will have to make the decision soon.

Will you choose to be the real you, or the distracted self?

I fear you've lost yourself. No one told you that darkness is nasty, but it is a part of life. That you can allow the beauty to blossom out of it. Beauty. The beauty of love is capable of destroying darkness.

I fear you are disallowing yourself to experience love, and it is on the verge of ruining you.

Don't dig that grave, please.

Please, find love and embrace yourself.

Please.

So I was sitting in a coffee shop & someone behind me was talking to the barista . . . I could have sworn it was Donald Sutherland speaking with a Canadian accent. Needless to say, my hopes were shattered. Why would Donald Sutherland be in this town & why would he want to speak in a Canadian accent, anyways. :( I am probably going crazy.

Two more finals to go !

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