Just some jotting..

     Looking at my face today, and looking back at the boy I once was, you would have no idea that the two entirely different people were actually one in the same. The boy I once was - still am, lives on to an extent right behind the blue eyes you can see before you right now. The blue eyes that have seen more than their fair share of pain, suffering, and sacrifice, and yet remain continuously wide eyed and optimistic for all that the future could hold and more. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, could it be then that my windows have remained shuttered for too long?  With the true person hiding inside from The One who knows all of my secrets, all my pain, and all my hopes... Why do I constantly hide from The Truth? Perhaps because I have lived the lie for so long, that the lie has become me, and has ultimately become my reality. Reality... Where are you? I seek for you in theory and yet shy away from you in practice, instead settling for my facade of success built upon dreams that have become nothing more than cornerstones for my fortress of a mind. A fortress that not even I could maneuver.
     After all, what more is a fortress than a grandiose facade? Especially one built by an army of one, attempting to combat all of humanity with weapons of laughter and happiness while suffering and true anguish abound on the other side of those grandiose walls. Walls of stone, yet thin as paper... gone in a blink, at the slightest touch of any rogue element: wind, fire or water. Leaving nothing in their wake but the dust circles of what once were. The shadows of the dreams that once were, that are, and that are yet to be... scattered in the dust.
     Thankfully, the power of dreams lies not. That is, something as powerful as a dream is not something that can be easily destroyed; and yet one of the easiest ways to destroy a dream is by being an inattentive dreamer. Listening not to The Voice of Truth that lives within and all around us, and instead lending an ear to the foul words of bad men. This being one of the best and most cruel ways of murdering a fledgling dream. You are as much as you dream, and even more so as much as you build off of those dreams into reality; and by allowing someone to murder your dreams, you are essentially allowing them to murder a part of your soul.