Perhaps the moments we dread the most are the ones that split childhood innocence from adulthood. that one does not grow wise but is rather feared out of ignorance. feared out of innocence.
Perhaps it is when the sun has set and the moon has arisen on your dreams, when the moments of pure worldly animosity come alive, when you and the devil finally have that dance that you see, as clear as ever that what you once knew and what will forever be has changed.
Perhaps it was never the knowledge you father spoke so fondly of that one must be and do as one must but life that shows you under harsher winds that one must act or it will act upon. and so you shed a few tears for a life you lost but no more than a moment ago to live a life of 60 seconds more in which everything changes and will continue to change.
Just perhaps as I grow old, my bones weigh me down, my skin prune to touch I will be never more wiser than I am now simple for the fact that I never let the lesson be learnt. or maybe now as I am young and youthful I have learnt all the some have known only after years of feigned ignorance and cheap lies to fill wisdoms cup. Just perhaps......
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Salvaged Soul
Poesía"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
