Believe
I believe in broken kisses, which almost touch the lips of our soul. There is a certain honesty to them, which makes that one moment of vulnerability, the purest of them all. I believe in empty houses, which have the remnants of dissipating laughter. The void of which, reminds us of fleeting instances of happiness. I believe in happy tears, which overwhelm us. It reminds us of our susceptibility to love, in a world that haunts the souls of our ancestors. I believe in bittersweet endings, which are never meant to be. It makes us brave, because not all relationships can have a purpose. I believe in our insecure demons, which terrifies our spirit. It gives us hope and courage, for not all demons are under our beds. I believe in a lover’s laugh, that lifts your conscience. For a plastic world can hold only so much of reality. I believe in half-hearted smiles, which reassures us. Only the bravest of them all, can hold the burden of mankind. I believe in t