Thin

There is a thin line between love and hate,

the same size can be used to part the real from the fake, 

for some of us emotional beings who feel things deeply, 

there is a thin time-frame between sobs and smiles,

a thin wall that stops a squall from within to disturb the stillness seen outside. 

A thin filter that moderates the words to mean less of what they really are because people do not seem to 

appreciate honesty as much as they used to, they easily believe the lies and easily cut ties. 

Strangers to love, that thin strong wall they built to stop them from falling or to be fallen for, 

that thin line between pride and shame the world has created to corrupt the minds of weak beings... 

How thin are our minds made to be? Thin our bodies are supposed to be? 

Thin sympathy for the ones in misery, this world is teaching us,

our children, their children and their children's children that thin is the only way to live happily… 

they say keep it thin, but I will forever preach the thickness of feelings, minds, things, people and situations.