In the eyes of the lion, fear is not in existence the pain hides quietly in hearts that never roar. Living is just a metaphor, and dying is what we do every day. We let go of ourselves in the softest corners of our lives, and live the most where we never see ourselves. They say pride is in dying well, I’m dying every day… should I be proud? Love is not a hero. Pain is not a poison. Hate is just another phrase. Life is all a lie. We are not existing we are existing in a dream. A dream that hurts, a dream with pain. But love… love is where the real world is. So let’s wake up from this dream and find ourselves being in a dream again.