Truth and lies, I once distinguish the two. Reality is truth, but why... Because Reality is constant; Time is truth, because it is constant, constant because they cannot be change. Understandable, some cannot accept the truth, accept reality, why? Because they cannot change the constant. People will root toward earth, Love will attract one another, Sad will follow happiness, these are all constant, what we call truth. Lies is just another constant, a constant that does not match their own, therefore, people label lies away from truth.
The wind changes directions. The seasons change the weather. The leaves change colours, Even as they fall. The clouds change shapes. The sky changes stars The rain changes the pressure As it falls. They all move And change, Their faces. But the roots of a tree, Remain Unchanged.
Right now I can think only about the one thing That is real to me: A stuffed bear. Its fuzzy feeling Reminds me of the good friend that Gave me this treasure. Separate from reality, This bear does not deal with Mistakes others made. It cannot change Like a person does. It smiles with curious eyes, A ribbon tied about its neck, Seemingly preventing its first breath. Sometimes people need to be more like Bear. Open to the world, Curious, But relatively unchanged by the environment And people At the end of the day.
One time someone told me I was beautiful. Who knew I could be beautiful? I hope he never changes, Like my bear.
Yale Definition: heraldic mythical beast; kind of lock
The iron drips from my fingers. The man gives out a yell. The child launches, she launches at me. Sadly her launch had failed. I chuckled at her, with no pity. Her frightened face, what a laugh. The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for. After all, he was a bad man. It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact. The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then, maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die. I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh. “Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged. “You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed. Your idol has done so many bad things, now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery, in a place which this blind man cannot see. She fell to the ground befalling her tears. This was the end of her happy years. What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life? Reality is sharp, just like a knife. I laughed at the fact I took his life, with just one swing of my most dull scythe.