Tears flow down her face.
Agony from recent past, she clings to like a drowning body floating at sea.
Useless debris.
There's a taste of duality in all things.
A sorrow reality can bring.
Though this is a mere moment in time it seems like it is everything. How does one gauge pain if it is something we hope not to be remembering?
She lets herself became jaded, a heart slowly turning to stone. Heading down a path she lets herself believe she knows.
She lets herself believe she knows all there is to know.
If she takes a wrong turn there could be more suffering, or more joy then she would have otherwise know.
Who really knows which way to go?
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Tears flow down her face.
Agony from recent past, she clings to like a drowning body floating at sea.
Useless debris.
There's a taste of duality in all things.
A sorrow reality can bring.
Though this is a mere moment in time it seems like it is everything. How does one gauge pain if it is something we hope not to be remembering?
She lets herself became jaded, a heart slowly turning to stone. Heading down a path she lets herself believe she knows.
She lets herself believe she knows all there is to know.
If she takes a wrong turn there could be more suffering, or more joy then she would have otherwise know.
Who really knows which way to go?
