Wearing nothing but my words.
In sync but unable to be seen by the naked eye.
Simple factors making up something so complex it is only found once, maybe twice, with good luck.
It came like a sickness.
Ironic actually.
Seeping into my body without warning.
Unrecognizable.
Consuming my thoughts causing my actions to reflect my feelings.
As truthful as a mirror.
Some choose to look into the reflection and believe what is so honestly displayed, then there are the ones that take pride in ignoring the obvious and desire to reamain oblivious.
In sync but unable to be seen by the naked eye.
Simple factors making up something so complex it is only found once, maybe twice, with good luck.
It came like a sickness.
Ironic actually.
Seeping into my body without warning.
Unrecognizable.
Consuming my thoughts causing my actions to reflect my feelings.
As truthful as a mirror.
Some choose to look into the reflection and believe what is so honestly displayed, then there are the ones that take pride in ignoring the obvious and desire to reamain oblivious.
Complexity frightens some people. When looking in the mirror is actually the simplest way to understand.
Love is a funny thing.
Love is a funny thing.
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