ExcusesIt has been a long time since anything has been written.Excuses
Cowardice keeps the pen at bay. Who would want to see themselves reflected by a permanent mirror? one that captures every moment spent staring into it. Not only capturing but it allows for all who wish to see inside the soul of one. A life to create yet a whim to reveal the unceasing story.
The courageous write; a feat I lack.
Further yet, none are interested in the life that deserves neither love, peace, joy and hope nor hate, conflict, sadness and despair. A life that deserves nothing and nothing ever happens. Can it be considered life if it's m
Golden SunsetUntitledLet me relinquish any knowledge or remembrance of days gone by. Let the stone used to engrave these events wear away withUntitled
the elements of time Until they are naught but distorted memories: Unrecognizable as anything other than a trace of thought or Déjà vu. Dim what has already happened so the focuss may turn to
what has yet to come; Which, unlike the past, is written in sand. It can be changed or
erased in an instant by a Wave of the ocean or brush of hand. Sometimes I think
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