If I only had a few words to say all that I have left to say, would I waste this one moment away in meandering measures of metaphoric masturbation and rickety rhetoric-
A hack job of hyperbole and hastily drawn characters- the conclusion of conceit based on the illusion of allusion? Or would I dare to strip away the years of varnish and vexation to expose the grain of truth nestled within each and every lie that I have lived or given life?
Nothing is as real as the risk of knowing someone
who understands what your heart is holding onto
…someone who sees more than you think you’re showing.