The fact is that we have no way of knowing if the person who we think we are is at the core of our being. Are you a decent girl with the potential to someday become an evil monster, or are you an evil monster that thinks it's a decent girl?"
"Wouldn't I know which one I was?"
"Good graciously, no. The lies we tell other people are nothing to the lies we tell ourselves.
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.
Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.
Their language has been lost.
But not the gestures.
You would compare me to a tree but none of them can love till death and beyond.
Yes, you may love me to death, but are you willing to love me to life?
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PoetryThought provoking #1 perception #2 Ponder #3 Think Everything worth reading will take of your time but it should also BLOW your MIND that is time well spent.
