It lives on

Only few can understand what it is that another person is going through, the smile on the outside doesn’t make up for the chaos going on underneath,
when everything within aches because the creative soul is
burning, and beating
down the walls to be set free, containment only antagonizes the seething passion,
but freedom means fear,
though It knows none like i do, for this reason It will never leave, whether It is set free,
or locked away.
It’s what attaches me to the string of life,
thus the visions only end when i do.
and even so,
It lives on.


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