Everyone is unique, but not as unique as the soul that showed me life without filter. The first time I opened my doors, to what I believed I’ve had much perspective of the obvious. An oblivious epiphany stroked me without warning. It shivered through me into all that I thought I’d known. His soft eyesight knocked on my shielded doors resting in my pupils. As perfectly defined as his face was, he tightly gripped the bottom of his shirt with a smirk as he kept knocking, He laughed to the void as he spoke “Do you want to see my deformation?” He raised his shirt watching out for my reaction. Missing muscle mass didn’t amazed me, his truthfulness did. Filter didn’t fit in his dictionary. Breaking the lock to my shielded doors. He spoke of truths. The intimate ones no one speaks about, but to themselves alone in a room. He told the stories my heart felt, my brain hold on too, and my lips never heard. He expressed them with no shame, with no guilt. He just was. He would encouraged my soul to be, without encouragement. He was truth, dressed as stereotypes.
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