Congruence
We are the same.
Our hearts pump without fail.
We are composed of the earth we walk on, the air we breath and our eyes are a reflection of the many skies we’ve seen.
We wake under the same sun and rest under the same moon.
Same, same. But different.
My heart shatters with indifference at best, and rejection at worst. Yours swallows the negativity, never to reveal its true wounds.
Your life is a summation of haves and whims.
Mine of needs and expressions of emotion.
Convex, your life bloated and pressed upon others. Like a popped balloon, I am used and withered.
But in our roots…
We are the same.
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