A bone breaks but the body stays whole. A heart breaks for another but their bond remains whole.
In the heartbreak of love there lies a glimmer. A shimmer that nestles in the eye of the broken until it glares out the ugly, broken truth; and only leaves the pleasant lies in these saccharine eyes there is a better truth and a better life for the broken.
The truth is for the whole and the whole crowds out the broken until no more truth remains for the countless few who lay claim to little and claim affection for less.
So in this strange ether there is no longer a choice for either truth or happiness. There is only the light in the distance filled with happiness and thus, spilling forth truth.
Truth will never set a soul free. A soul never yearns for freedom while their mate stays captive.
It’s the shackles of the everyday that bond us to one another and strip us down to our core until all that’s left is the truth.
So this truth is not universally accepted. It is not shouted from the rooftops. This truth of the heart can’t be found in a book. The truth we all find at the tip of our tongue is best found with the last breath before exhaustion. In that last breath before we join our Creator Is the essence of our being; and in this discovery, we find who we are meant to be.