the uncomfortable truth is that you learn to eat your words sometimes. you say things to overpower the rebel in you. making the universe know your conviction, but not really hiding the obvious. unfortunately, words are not as powerful as thoughts. when it's in your mind, it's in your heart. and what's in your heart is always the truth. and so you eat your words piecemeal until you can finally be honest with yourself.
the uncomfortable truth is that there are people who rock your world, who make you take that leap of faith, who drive you crazy for what it's worth. and they just don't give a damn that they do those things to you. they don't have a clue. what's worse, they don't bother looking for clues. they go on with their lives like you are just some speck of dust that rested on their eyelashes... close, but not close enough to blind them.
the uncomfortable truth is that you like the people who you vow not to like, only because you spend so much time thinking how not to like them. you get to know them better that you finally stop thinking about the trees and see them for the forest that they truly are. you want to deny yourself of this new-found affinity, but you're already so deep in the rabbit hole that you finally gave in.
the uncomfortable truth is that you try to create your own possibility, but you always end up with just that - a futile attempt to feign possibility. you hope for a chance. you reach for the stars... until you finally realize that chances are slim, the future is bleak, and the stars are asymptotic. epic failure for an epic battle.
and the most uncomfortable truth of all is that you don't mind doing everything all over again.
this is very nicely written. i'd like to share my own thoughts on this topic but it wouldn't be as poetic as you wrote it.
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worth pondering, sis. ^_^
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