We’re such a generation, tought to give and share everything, to confide in people apriori.
We accept a person, it’s sins and virtues, fears and pride. In it’s imperfectness we find a pure humanity and bring it into the shrine of our heart. We keep it high close to the sun, until we fall and crush the armor.
Every day of life, breathing in and breathing out, we search for someone with a human face. With the same sincere sight where the words fall useless.
We grow our armor and tear it into shreds hasta sangrarse, on in on, until we meet it. Without fear or flaw. Semper Fidelis.