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Fear, is not a feeling that we experience, but a place we enter, and freedom isn't the resolution of war, but a state of mind we reach, after we've laid down our guns, and walk away from the fight, to achieve the promise of peace, on the otherside.
Peace is only available to us when we accept that we are fighting a war that cannot be won, and if the battle continues only more destruction will be done, making it harder to ever make it to the otherside, or burning the bridge between war and peace entirely, only leaving you to die alone in conflict and misery.
The real war we must win, exists within our souls, as we struggle between satisfying the expectations of others, or quenching the thirst of our own free will.
Many of the words we associate with feelings and emotions, or even actions, are more like places we enter when we begin to value our own happiness over outside satisfaction.
Satisfaction is a feeling, temporary in nature, although content now, the hunger will undoubtedly come, serving us the same meal we've been force fed our entire lives, always overcooked or underdone.
Love is a place we enter, when we put our weapons down, on the battlefield where vunerability and selfish ambition meet. Finding more fullfillment in another's happiness, even if it means our own comfort, sometimes must taste defeat.
Love has many rooms, no single one the exact same as another. Some have pillow top mattresses, and warm fireplaces, and others are barren, and cold with metal cots, and restless strangers. We blindly enter rooms too often, without anticipating or understanding their dangers.
We fall through their trap doors, and find secrets under false floor boards.
The house has a history, no wonder it sold so fast and cheap.
It's always cold, the furnace is broken, when you most need the heat.
Your tour was all staged, everything seems so broken
There's no intimacy, the bedroom curtains are always open.
The doors don't lock, and you often fear intruders
They come as thieves in the night, to steal things that were never yours, they're all subject to repossession, when it's all been purchased on credit, this house is haunted, have you paid no attention to the warnings and rumors?
The house crumbles without warning, it was built on a insecure foundation, leaving you homeless again, and in debt from a risky investment. Next time you tell yourself before signing the papers, you'll be sure to check the basement. But us humans, so intricate in design, yet such creatures of habit, we never seem to learn our lesson.
Instead of saving for something better, you take what's left of your possessions, and move them into the next place you see, afterall, what could you lose, the cost is free.
You underestimate the cracks and cobwebs that adorn its walls, when things start to fall apart, you convince yourself it's no big deal, you can survive, you've done this many times before, you aren't even phased when the cieling hits the floor.
Brokenness is a familiar sound, it makes us feel at home, it's cheaper than waiting to build something sturdy, in a better part of town, and we accept our immunity, to things always looking down.
Quick fixes will ruin your life, and they appear cheap and convenient, but come with a price. A life lived, without ever leaving the ground, but when you're always bleeding, it's hard to wait around.
Are we addicted to the pain killers, or just desperately searching for a sense of peace?
Are we screaming to win an argument, or crying to someone, anyone for validation, that there is some purpose or worth, to our very creation?
Are you drinking to forget, or drinking to remember? A place you can only reach when you're passed out and dreaming, craving certaintity, not available to the awake mind, clinging to the past like tomorrow's leaving.
Maybe the problem is we seek places for shelter, and people for answers, but we're all driving to the same place, so why not come together? Afterall, the more people, the more warmth we will have in the weather.
Let's build a city, and grow answers free of guilt or oppression. I'd like to build a castle with you someday, but in the meantime will you be my shelter? I'll be yours, even in bad weather, but until we can afford it, let's make our home each other.