Faces

I love faces.

I hate faces.

Faces are illusions of the soul. They can be manipulative. Faces are dangerous. Beware of the faces! Don’t rush. Wait. Wait. Just seek through it, its sheer appearance. Patience and belief are something you should always keep close to yourself. It will raise its curtains. Yes. it shall. It will be crystal clear to you on day about the  values a person is made up of. These faces are meant to deceive you. Revealing their true colors can be effortful for lie detectors. The silence of this face, what does this mean? The untamed blabbering of that mouth fixed on that face, what does that mean? Are the expressions of these faces really expressive? Or they hide enormous secrets to hide from the eyes of the world. What can they be? Why is it afraid to be naked to the naked eyes? Don’t get carried away. Maintain caution. Oh my god, these faces are transforming? From one form to another? Damn, all my connecting dots actually were never connected? Woah! My heart is finding this heavy now. This face that you hated yesterday became the face you love today? What? Seriously? Here comes another face I hate, so I will be loving this face one day too? I don’t want to? Why are humans so confused so are their faces? What is true?

Faces are quite successful in expressing pain but why aren’t they expressive to exhibit their intention to give you pain? Probably, it is the reason why they are made up of dark and light. This is the exact reason why faces are magic. They hold mystical power to divert the person. 
 

Amazingly, they can radiate positivity and negativity all at once or with installments or both at times. That energy to one who faces should handle with grace. What is this power that kills the person? What if this power saves someone or motivates or matches with the success frequency? What is the power of the face? Is this the power of the face? Damn, faces can really show the only limit that they want to show. Splendid! What is this pressure to glow forever with the charm when it is holding a bleeding heart? That face of the stranger read my fear, searched my weak points, and attacked that exact point. That face laughed at my helplessness, my face on the other side aches badly. That same face is vulnerable but will never expose. How cruel, how graceful, how bold, how disgusting.

Memorize your struggles with faces, stand strong, wake up, don’t let these faces gain power over you. Yes, you will, don’t doubt. These wrong intentions-filled faces can’t dominate over you. I know it’s difficult but you are also a diamond made for victory over pettiness. These faces are trying to make you a scapegoat for their success. First, they will conquer your face holding a mind and slowly they will drench your happiness from your face. Why are you sulking? Faces in the billions are competition. No face is willing to be by your side, keep walking alone. Faces are agendas, propaganda, culprits but remember they preach what they never practice. Your face has seen it all.

However a marching torch is within your reach, see these real faces, these rare faces. Faces can be supportive. Faces are kind. They are constructed with unconditional love as an illumination to the soul. Faces are direct. Faces have the courage to communicate their real shades to the world. Some faces will not hesitate to walk by your side. They will bring up the love on the table. These faces are an inexhaustible source of love. They won’t deceive. Sometimes I feel these faces deserve heaven. Do they belong to this rude world? They will embrace your achievements, respect your dedication, scold you but will praise you in your absence. They will never keep up any guilt for loving you. Faces will look up to your face for inspiration. Faces will forgive your mistake despite the difficult circumstances that life brought. This world can be unfair to these faces. I respect these faces, and this is probably the best gratitude I can do. I see you hurting yourself but the problem doesn't lie in you. I want you to convey this message to anyone in this world. You can still learn to live in the filth as the lotus facing the people ready to stab you. Your face is a beautiful flower mirroring all the colors of the world.