tarag

I have seen a million faces and traveled through places inside and out to only find a common component of dirt (that is nothing compared to its age) and heart (which is older than its birth). Its a constant battle of rights and wrongs and who the fuck defies it while we saunter around the grey areas. Its almost funny to see how this battle is suppose to calm chaos to only perplex its own self. We can be the biggest contradiction at times. As for me I am feeling displaced in my own home. And now I am wondering if any of my mistakes were mistakes at all. Maybe its the only way we learn between dirt and heart and what works for us by the feelings experienced after each act. I am far from perfect, but you tell me, isnt perfect something you cant defy and nothing but a thought interpreted by something imperfect? Utopia will never exist but I know where is home for me and I am going to fight to get back home. I will put my heart on the line and tear down walls to be something Im not use to being, vulnerable.