May 2017
When you write the bible of your life
Remember that the ink is indelible,
Hundreds of threads stretching and crossing each other
The shape is locked and secure
In whose hands
Maybe I'll call it God and you'll call it nature,
But isn't that just a trite?
Just remember, oh please! remember,
Be careful when you cut that pillow open
And blow the feathers into every corner.
You can't collect them back
And life is just like that.
Remember that the ink is indelible,
Hundreds of threads stretching and crossing each other
The shape is locked and secure
In whose hands
Maybe I'll call it God and you'll call it nature,
But isn't that just a trite?
Just remember, oh please! remember,
Be careful when you cut that pillow open
And blow the feathers into every corner.
You can't collect them back
And life is just like that.
just me trying to remind myself that while mistakes are not unforgivable, they remain in the book of life and every little decision we make here, although it doesn't have to define us, is capable of causing the butterfly effect. every little movement of ours changes everything
