Truth is like a fence of barb wire.
Behind it lays a peony pasture.
Full of life,
Grace,
Hope,
And sanity.
In front, there lies nothingness.
An internal grief that will continually grow
Allowing one to become so numb to the truth,
They end up forgetting what it was to even begin.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
Truth is like a fence of barb wire.
Behind it lays a peony pasture.
Full of life,
Grace,
Hope,
And sanity.
In front, there lies nothingness.
An internal grief that will continually grow
Allowing one to become so numb to the truth,
They end up forgetting what it was to even begin.
