Processing of becoming...
There is a beauty that lives so deep within that only God can see..
Eyes are blinded by images that only the mind sees..
But love over power those blined images and deletes discontentment..
These senses and scars aren't free enough to release the benefit of doubt...
We, Ourselves create these traps we fall into..
What destorys us is not awareness but our awareness with no action..
Why does Honesty, truthfulness, contentment subject to lies of fear & doubt..
But often times beautiful things develop when no one is watching..
Sometimes you have to be silent in order to be heard..
Maybe this is the process of becoming..
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