"I, on the other hand, am a fully-rounded human being, with a degree from the University of Life, a diploma from the School of hard Knocks, and three golden stars from the Kindergarten of Getting the Shit Knocked Out Of Me."
I am Gabriela but please call me Gabby, Gabs or whatever you want. And yes I'm a girl. I can be very quiet and peaceful. I show emotion only around those VERY close to me and I enjoy reading and making people laugh. Oh and I LOVE TWO STEPS FROM HELL!
"When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest." -Heanry David Thoreau
"But the people shall Never Back Down to defend the Red Tower with Cannons In D Minor but in a Blackout they are Stronger, Faster, Braver but only the Battleborn shall survive in The Last Of The Light but in the Ultraground the prisoners shout 'Release Me' so the survivors go in there Freedom Ship led by Amaria and pass the Flight Of The Silver Bird and Across The Blood Water where they learn that there is No Honor In blood, then they release the captured and go to Sareil under the Star Sky. "
The truth. The truth everyone knows. The only truth that exists is the truth that no one wants to see. However, we see it. Some of us accept the truth. Some of us hide the truth. And some of us refuse to believe the truth. Everybody who surrounds us...is fake. The only truth that lies between us it's the existence itself. The life. It is the pure truth. The truth is painful. It's something mysterious in everything that surrounds us, a divine conception, overwhelming beauty and a creativity beyond the human comprehension. Humans struggle to take a sip from the creativity's fountain of Gods. What we can't understand is that we can't run from the truth. We are weak. We are nothing. This is the truth. The painful truth. Our life is a blank canvas. As we go through life we paint pictures. Not everyone is born artist. Not all of us paint perfectly. Yet we do paint. We all paint. Some of us paint in shades of grey. Some of us paint in warm colors. Some of us paint in cold colors. Some of us paint in neon colors. Some of us paint in multiple colors. But it happens to everyone to make a mistake, to drop some spots of black on our masterpieces. But we can't erase the mistake. Nor should throw away a painting as many do. We must keep going. We don't know what are we painting. But we all should paint the same thing: the truth.
Truth is all that matters. All that hurt and comforted. All that's dark and all that's bright. Truth is in everything. Truth is everything.
So why can't we be true?