In my eyes, everyone bleeds.
No, not in a way that points out the obvious, but in a way that shines a light onto a part of the page nobody reads.
Such a liquid is something that exposes almost everything that ever moved, anything that ever grooved, and most importantly everyone anyone has ever seen or connected with.
It's the liquid that gives me confidence that I only assume alcohol would've given, in a way that lasts longer than any alcohol would. It's the liquid that makes me go "Hi" instead of "Oh My God". As a matter of fact, it's the liquid that makes that mystical deity-styled ego fold, that curtain in the show we call a "persona" just a fucking show.
At the end of the day, we've all had a moment where things went south, something led to something, and we all spilled this liquid our biology attempted so hard to hide, something we've tried so hard to hide.
Blood. Not a bad thing necessarily, but a key to something so much more. A sign of something we try so hard to appear like we aren't. A species that screams "flaw-filled beauty", at the end of it all, it shows that there's an end.
All shows have an end, though. Especially the good ones.
Art turns to ashes, egos turn to "they were", commemorated things turn to limited legacies.
In a world where reaching for no bounds is a mindset, oftentimes we forget that we're entities filled with bounds and limits.
Everyone has a limit. Everyone has a flaw.
Therefore, I see nothing but egos that leak, minds that get weak, stories that speak. Even I have the worst of weeks.
This is less of a superpower, and a more open-minded discovery of a power we overlook, and something others mindlessly overtook. My glasses are like any other, but the thing between our skulls contain the real vision.