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It takes 60 seconds to change someone's perspective

it takes a breath, a break, a moment

The actual will to do it

It has nothing more to it, than wanting it

than realizing things are a certain way and understanding

how prematurely we can be deceived by what it seems

and be fooled for what it was

It takes less than 60 seconds to make someone smile or cry

to change a person's life or their emotions

and to change your own..

One single instant can change faith,

it can cure a heartbreak

and help heal a wound

In a minute, you can become an entirely different person

in the eyes of a stranger

Or become a perfect stranger in the eyes of someone loved

Valuable as it is,

in 60 seconds one look can become the world to someone

one word can become a life to someone

one expression might be the reflection of a lifetime

It takes a breath, a break, a moment

and it takes the will to actually wanting do it

It can be as soon as now or as far as never

but why wouldn't You ?

why wouldn't I ?

Why would you let slide by those 60 seconds that can make me smile ?

Or why would I ignore that same amount of time

to show the truth behind my eyes ?

We can make it all different from what it seems, from what it is

change a tear for the laughter of a youngster

or a cold hand for the warm embrace of love..

60 seconds of your time to change my life

60 seconds of my time to change your life

One single breath is all it takes..

Me.-

Imprint

Writing on the walls of my subconscience

leaving permanent imprints of what it is, of what it was

losing the battle with a pure understanding

and drifting into what seems to be the darkest abyss of perception

The wonders of my thoughts are countless

and the secrets of my mind are vast and rare

My perfect illusion imitates a reality that does not exist

and within the borders of hope, it disappears

It doesn't turn more black even when it doesn't stop hurting

it does not become easier to subside and accept

Reaching out, looking for the final light where it all breaks apart

the hours seem to pass by without any kind of care nor evidence

And I keep writing,

the last verses of my existence, the last breath I will ever take

My walls might tell a secret, might tell a few

my battle will be the final chapter when the book is finally closed

The imprint will have my name and I will take the vivid remembrance with me

I will say good bye and it will see me go

And the writings will tell their story..

My story..

Me.-