we tore down this wall.

and still it was close to death. the gut wrenching truth behind everything i thought i knew, yet knowing ever more and ever clearer that what i knew was influenced by what i wanted. intentions spare no martyrs. cleaved open and dripping, i'm Yours now and forever free. i'm a broken pile of investments and bones; and that is where the truth lies. unleashed, a bloody mess upon this tattered earth, stained experiences washing clean the ideals for a future i choose to not behold. every song ever written wasn't good enough for what i wanted to feel, and every other song ever written was written for this moment. here's to knowing strength, here's to studying hope, and here's to never learning.