LEVEL

What level? Are you saying my level is low? Are you saying your level is up high? Are you on some horse leading others around? Am I some solider that is following your command? Are you the owner of a big farm? Am I a worker with a sore back? Is it so different, your level and mine?

HAD BEEN

Sinking in the shadows.
Lying in the dust.
A sort of past that is never mentioned.
A fear that won't be named.
Paths that were once trodden.
Sights that were too much to behold.
And yet they were adored.
Things that had been.
Memories in the sand.

DESPITE

The pain is excruciating. It stings and burns within and out. With fire devouring the very soul, tears and screams explode. It seems like there is no way, no escape, no hope for a better view. But then again, that is always wrong. It is within the mind and the only way to get through it is to realize it. There's that need to realize that despite the hurt now, it will be worth it. So keep up that chin. And despite the fires, despite the agony, despite the heart break, despite whatever happens, walk out with that chin up as a stronger better person than ever imagined.

ALWAYS

They are the ones that are always around.
They are there for you when no one else is.
They are there even if you aren't yourself.
They support and encourage you.
They help you to be your best.
They help you get through your worst.
They cry and laugh with you.
They feel your hurt and pain.
They would do really anything for you.
They are always there and,
They always will be.

AND BUT

It is, therefore it isn't.
It was and then it wasn't.
It speaks but is mute.
It feeds and yet it starves.
It does and it doesn't.
It sees but is blind.
It knew but now knows not.
It's different and it's the same.
It can and really can't.
It hears but is deaf.
And it would if it only could.

UNTOUCHABLE

There is a pool of water that none should touch, but I washed my face in it. It was so cool and fresh as it tricked down so I lapped it into my mouth. With my thirst fulfilled a hunger set in so I selected a piece of fruit. It was the closest food that I could reach, even though it was from the untouchable tree. But I washed the apple in the pool. The fruit was delicious to taste even though the sight of it looked wrong. The soggy yellow pieces clenches onto my tongue as I made my way to the rip core. Juices fell into the pond as I started to slowly feast on the sweet red center. It left my hands sticky but I washed them in the pool and picked another fruit.

TOO HAPPY

You're much too happy to be here. Misery is a must. It's a requirement, you know. You're tears are not of sadness. They're not even of pain. And so you don't belong. Now leave while you can. You're far too happy to be here.