The Understanding of Our Lives
The 34th letter to you.
Do you understand that when darkness falls upon the world, I weigh the pros and cons of keeping myself going? Keeping on living in a world where people only see in black and white.
Do you understand my worries and fears of being held in bondage within bars where I have the key to the prison of my mind, but don’t know how to use it?
Do you understand I don’t want to be intoxicated with vodka and whiskey because I am fearful of losing control of my consciousness?
Do you understand that I breathe just because it’s something my heart yearns for, and not because I want to? Yeah, the beating heart inside my chest won’t be split open for just anyone, but only for you.
Do you understand it’s you and nobody else I think of at all?
Do you understand that when someone hurts you, they hurt me, and when you cry, I cry too?
And because you understand, I will leave pesky arguments and other people’s opinions aside, and live with crayons full of colors of every hue to repaint our world.
