Understanding your lie better than you know your truth Part 13

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Time have giving way to an understanding far better than a justice so prevalent that would leave a

soul far beyond the realms of being cursed. Today is a new day for yesterday is history; I sleep good

at night now for the blessed has forgiven the weak and remain triumphant in solitude knowing that

the freedom I had to offer was genuine, unscathed and connected to a great strength. The end was

visional long before the beginning; words were heard long before they were spoken; a love

was cherished long before it had ever blossomed.

There is a long walk of loneliness with shadows of familiar form. Eternally tatted with the words of a

text, with the sound of a ringtone and with that voice of reasoning beating on my conscience trying to

persuade me to hang up. My pride, my strength will not back away leading me with no control. My

mind is blank, I hear the voices but can not make the words. One is of anger and the other shaky

almost as though he is nervous; a sense of fear. She does not deserve this not matter the amount of

lies spoken.

The sweet was more fruitful than the bitter, knowledge was given, exploration was achieved. There

was magic and not the rodeo clown circus magic, but that of anticipating the reappearance after the

disappearance. Like a long ride on highway 80 on a two wheel rocket doing 150mph with no helmet

and goggles, cars zipping past like a figment of the mind and knowing one false turn could end

everything. It all relies on reflex and heart while the adrenaline beats at my chest so vulnerable.

Just a Teaser to give you a sense of my direction....hope you like

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