As the midnight sun sweeps down of the gentle blue hue of the night sky, the mourning and tired souls finally do meet the pillow for the night, sleeping soundly they lie. Though some stay awake, contemplating lifes inquiries. Their hearts weep for more answers, yet they receive so little. The moon and stars light the heavens above, as they sit blankly in their room, ailing in their agony and distraught, unsatisfactory mental state. Mundane lifestyles bore them completely, humanity itself has become so disentangled in the many different prejudices, when in the end of the day, we are all human, and that be all the matter; evermore many do such as disagree, lackadaisically we sit back and watch. As the gnat gets devoured by a swat of the hand, sometimes with only but little remorse. But not all do this while in such a lucid state, some we are in a haze, unaware of the true underlying motives and chain of events set forth, sprung into action by one swift movement of the hand. Seemingly harmless, causes such damage, a tsunami of confusion and displacement. Inhibitions are brought to and presented on the soap boxes of our persona and lives are razed, while the viewer is so utterly unaware of the happenings right under their very noses. Decimating every human being we encounter with a single breath spoken from our unclean mouths. What a pitiful sight. Not many are in awe with our insolence and unconscious effrontery to another being like our own, hitherto something being spoken of face to face about said attitudes. We are but moths drawn to the flame that is all only killing us slowly, yet just too heart breakingly sultry to forsake at the same time. Killer or killed, unwitting or cognizant, victim or culprit we are all to blame part of this act. In the threshold of humanity we are all characterized in many a different persons, all shapes and sizes. But we are all so blind, we believe everyone is in complete and utter difference to us by one thousand ways, just by seeing this outer shell of where the true identity lies dormant beneath. If we only but sought out to reach this second layer of a person, we would verily see the human as a soul, not as of just an appearance; the face you see while passing, for but only a second. Oh but not many of us try as so much to do that. We don't want to peel away at the superimposed nature of an individual, afraid of what we might encounter. We might encounter such things of our own self. But that is what i find most lovely about another mortal being. We have weakness and fear, we are melancholy, we are sullen, we are loving and kind, surly, irascible, solemn, amorous, jubilant. All these things, and many a more, such a variety in just one person, at any given time; that variety even in oneself. But we are usually so mortified to even come close to this, only seeing the superficial nature of someone forevermore. Never accomplishing or comprehending anything more than what the foolish eye can consider in its own tiny threshold. Anything further than that, must be done with your own heart.
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