We give so much of ourselves away, to be left with this void in our hearts. Each line is a path we could of taken, if only we listened to the signs that were there. We allow ourselves to get intoxicated with the lives of others that we forget that we have to go on our own journeys. I know this cause I'm guilty of it. So many nights where I catch myself engulfed in endless news feeds of people showing off their lives. A picture can make everything seem perfect, but how many of us have this darkness in our hearts? That darkness that reminds us that we are still only human. That we keep giving and giving and to what end?
Black hearts and blurry lines.
