Blinding is the truth once you free yourself from the lie.
Can’t deny, that I’m no longer limited by my doubt.
I consider this a token.
Like a Great day on someones bad day, unspoken.
I consider this hell!
Not the kind with fire jails,
But mental confusion and spiritual uproot.
I know it to be the hidden truth.
Enjoying my youth like its June , sweaty, free, and untamed.
Unnamed, unashamed, & insane.
Revising my life through the photos I never take.
Lost moments I created , like a torn page out dated.
What good is a trip with no proof?
Glowing skin with a story to be told has no use, in a world where seeing is believing.
As if a photo doesn’t lie, and angles dont disguise.
J. Peters 🦋