i swim for brighter days.

It’s funny.

It’s funny how prolific the world is portrayed as, isn’t it. It’s funny how we’re taught to see beauty where there is none. It’s funny how you can know someone for such a prolonged period of time. Seventeen years, to be exact. Seventeen lonely years.

Except it’s not funny, because you don’t really know them.

If I’m being honest, I don’t really think anybody really knows anyone else. Sometimes not even ourselves. We’re too consumed by who we want to be, that we forget who we are and who we were born to be. It’s crazy. You can spend so much time with a person, and still not understand what lives beneath their eyes. What horrors they’ve seen. What tragedies they’ve endured. What pain they have to live through everyday.

You can’t really know someone until you’ve seen them at their worst, can you?

Isn’t that how it works?

I mean, there’s demons inside of us all. They fight, they scratch and bite and try to tear themselves from within. They will do whatever it takes to win.

And the sad part is that, all too often…

They do.