To another lonely soul...

The first time you discover how bad the world can be is one moment that will change your life forever. It's painful to know loved ones who, at such a young age, grow weary of life. Not denying the smiles in their faces nor the tough look they may exude, but in the words that come out from their hearts...you can't deny the hatred lying deep within.

To feel that cold and dark void where inevitable confusion lives (to be all the more nurtured) is to walk in a crooked path: one lonely road which sadly seems hard to get out of. What's worse is not knowing you're in it.

My heart bleeds to see them there. I guess everyone goes through a wrong way, having ignored that 'road less travelled'at some point or another. But being there and having to see others walk through those angry walls are two different things.
For one, you can't help but see where they're headed and point two, you know you can't really do much.

The torture is the desire to change things, (to change the world in some significant way)because the more you try, the more you realize it's impossible. There is no such thing as a perfect world alongside imperfect people. Besides, the eternal fact remains: only one perfect being walked the halls of earth.

I live to seek perfection but the search is disappointing, for to one lonely soul is but another.

~"to change the world in one significant way" when you can't even change yourself???~

I'd like to see love in their childhood bloom until their teenage years; I'd like to glance at their innocence as they begin the tough journey of adulthood; I'd like to be here forever dreaming... Dreaming of a heaven here on their earth.