I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
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There is something about a “good morning” and a “goodnight” that I absolutely adore.
“An old Cherokee told his grandson, ‘My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil; it is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is Good; it is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth.’ The boy thought for a moment and asked, ‘Grandfather, which wolf wins?’ The old man quietly replied, ‘The one you feed.’”
There
My head wispers,
Whilst my heart screams.
I can not be blamed for listening to that which I find ease in hearing.
The things my dreams are made of.
When I’m right, I’m right. Always follow to the rules.
I hate that I feel as though I constantly have to prepare to lose this.
How much of that is my own fear, and how much is understanding the situation, I simply can’t tell.
As the smoke clears,
I awaken,
And untangle you from me.
The End.
We make many mistakes in our time.
We make the wrong choices, we do something harmful, we lose something we wanted.
Secrets are kept for reasons, and the omission of admission is really just a lie by another name.
The largest mountain to climb over, the greatest journey to conquer; the fiercest beast to slay; being able to trust.
Trust me. A request laid at the feet of a suspicious character with too many suitcases.
If a secret is a lie in a clever costume of ambiguity and innocence, then how can a secret keeper ask such things of a person so clearly transparent, that her heart lay open in plain view.
The pockets are bursting at the seams with secrets shoved away as to keep them private. But they start to peek out, just enough to catch an eye. Then one falls away; its hiding place too crowded to stay. It flutters to the ground and she reaches down to collect it, before he can snatch it away.
A secret no longer kept a secret now becomes the lie, for once it is realized that it was simply a clever vail for a truth not wanting to be admitted, its mask falls away and it is now only what it can be; an un-truth, a ruse, a falsity, a lie.
She can see it now, the truth of the lie.
She’d stay, but it’s too loud in here now. It’s too bright and too obvious.
So she’ll place her gifted lie in her backpack with the others, so full it too may fail to be able to handle them any longer.
She could have believed in you, but;
You asked a skeptic to believe a liar.
You asked the impossible.
We make many mistakes in our time.
We make the wrong choices, we do something harmful, and we lose something we wanted.
The End.
