This will be beautiful-
Believe me.
So much seems to be crashing down around us
But we can be the strength others long for.
We can be that pillar of faith for one another.
Because we are strong.
Stronger than anyone may believe or think.
And we will prove further, that against all this adversity, we will rise.
It will become a battle cry.
Things will be more beautiful in the end than if we had been handed the opportunity.
And we will prove everything-
To all those who doubt
And it will be more triumphant than the high we had
For when we succeed it will prove that we will not fall.
And good art is immortal.
And we will have that glorified truth, and bitterness from experience-
Ours will be more magnificent now in it’s sadly compromised state that it ever was or could have been in the spotlight
And us working in the grit and and with difficulties will become more rewarding
Our spirits will soar
And there in the small sliver of light we will cry with joy and pride.
I will be prouder than ever of you
And it will be the beauty I strive for.
I still have my doubts, but my faith in us and art and passion is stronger
Strong enough to snuff out all minutia and shallowness that creeps into the sacred spirit of art.
Our truth will be manifest.
And I will cry for the character posthumously because I will give it my all-
Even more than before
For now we have more to prove.
And we will
It will break everyone’s hearts under their cheers and laughter
For they will see the bitterness and depth to ours
Shrouded with the glamorous facade of our opposition
And they will sense a change- deep, not knowing why
But we will know it’s because we have more strength than ever when we rise again.
And I will love you more than ever-
And we will have thrived.
Believe me-
Please.
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