As the black ballad plays behind the scenes of my life, I watch as the mirrors perfectly display my reflection; mistakes, pages, lessons, tears. This is where I’ve found myself, in the midst of it; the flashing lights, the high speed evolutions, nothing has changed yet nothing is the same, the memories we hold so dear have been reduced to a rubble of blurry images, distorted, pale as we age. As time plays it’s part in our existence and as the wrinkles stick like a tattoo, it’s hard to imagine what was before and what is to come. The skies may be dark and the future uncertain like the life we live, but the scars…the scars remind us who we are.
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Inspiration; Colton Dixon -Scars