met·a·mor·pho·sis

It's amazing how you can meet one person, and know that they complete you. That they'll be all you really need, someone that knows you better than you know yourself. And all the while you were just empty.  And that one person comes along, unaware of the change they will have on you, oblivious that they just might be there for you, through everything. It's ironic how many things happen by chance, when things are already put into place by fate. Set into your destiny like a permanent marker, never to be erased. And somehow, these people, that one person, knows just what to do, just where to be, all for your sake, nothing in return. But, maybe you figure out that this person is just an illusion. Perfection molded at it's finest. You don't really know the truth, the real reasons. You, in fact, don't know what's best at all. That person, though, gives you love in the most down-right, open way. But, as all other things are taken for granted, this too, is just another trap. Trust is your main crutch, something to fall back on, when all else has failed. Love becomes never-ending, and your faith becomes ever so pure. Life has meaning, a substance of sweet taste. Your tongue just longs for it to stay. But, as everything is temporary, so is this. Life takes a new road, and new realizations come into the picture. As eternal as it may seem, all good things must end. And as much as you know it, common sense does not kick in, and you keep on thinking the same as before. Nothing changes. Everything is sane. You, in your heart, know what's best. And that's when you know who you are. That's when you've found yourself. But somehow, the things that get you through the day, are what matters most. The people that taught you how to be true to yourself, are what keep you alive. But the things that make you happy, are only there for a short time. What you fight for stays deep inside you, ideas and motives stuck inside our head, begging to be set free. Your true voice waiting to be released, an iridescent light, flickering in your eyes. A hope like no other. Your mind speaks with the syllable of change. Your heart opens up to the world; your hands reach up to the sky. The feeling of knowing that there's just something there, caring. Your life is complete, no emptiness at that. You know where you belong. You've found the words out there for yourself. And nobody can take that away.

 

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