I have seen the different pieces of life through only my eyes; collapsed and laced with only true compassion for honesty. With brilliant smiles, I walk past the same road that have lead me to cheating, lying, and untrustful people. With the indulgence of faith locked so deep inside, I fear that one day all of those will be gone. I know I am wrong and feel so guilty. But guilt is one of my fear. having to cope with this feeling is unbearable. I understand the ways in which life has misguided; and it's not my fault. The criteria of human society has evolved into a tiresome path of destruction... and I am tired of having to bear that. But for now, I rest at ease while I sit here, holding this pencil and scrawling away. My eyes meet my wall and gaze upon the lovely moonbeam casting a thin ray of light on the chandelier.
Coming my way, I realize that living with problems and solving them is what life grants us. Contradicting thoughts have seen it, and I heard, and I have known for many years that "I" is not the way of living life. It's "We." Bringing that thought back in mind, I can conclude that faith has it all. Hope is another thing. I have seen the destructions that have occurred in peoples' lives because of the withdrawal of hope. And I do not want to experience that any longer.
