Collection of honesty

Our brain receives 4 billion information, But we only take in 4 thousand. This is why we have different truths, And a varied perspective, On a simple word like 'fashion'. We all posses our own 'truths', Hard for others to understand, Our 'truths' are just like the clothes we wear, "Armani, Levis, Brook Brothers..." Each with a unique brand. We don't always consent with people, When they have a different 'truth'. We can't seem to comprehend, With the illusion that- Your 'truth' is THE truth. When you don't agree on the 'truth'; With me- tolerate, And let it be, Cause when MY 'truth' comes to matter, You don't see what I see.

I know reflecting is an important process, It's something we all should do. I'm required to do it for everything, For drama, for english, for TOK too. Can't we return to how it used to be, When we all saw and knew: Instead of reflecting just accept- That roses are red and violets, blue.

These people around you can't determine. How much you feel alone. It takes more control than being in a place filled with thousands of faces, You still feel remote. Trying to keep afloat, while they drown you with words from another universe, Or maybe it's you. Who's from another demension, Speaking words of isolation.

I stare into your sma ll beady eyes, Whilst they dart to match mine. You took our hands and locked them tight, Together and always entwined. Your heart beat had me to listen, So I payed close attention. As I heard the tempo of it's thump, Mine made an akin connection. Sometimes recalling a memory, Of what we did, done, do. I know I must've been blessed a miracle, To deserve someone like you.

You say you understand me, That we've been through so much. I followed my desires, And you keep holding your grudge. I know you don't have my back on this, So friendship just vanished. Perhaps I have an explanation, You chose to leave me anguished. Could you please take the time, To stop and hear my hearts rhythm. You call yourself a friend, But you won't even listen.

The clouds steadily plaster the shadows on her face as the sun Calmly drifts away. His name lingers in her hands pulling her weight down and her face, Moves away from day- Light, She fails to find, Asking the sun, ‘why so unkind’ Turns on the lamp, A ray of light shines on- But feels no soothe, Withdrawn- She knew, No comfort will obtain from this pseudo light form. 

A sinful delight, Tasting luxury, Touching pure elegance, Experiencing wonders, Shooting through stars, Surpassing all dreams, Rising to the heavens, Chocol.i.ate.