Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you.
Drugs and vices were designed to put people through a cycle that has one purpose to kill as many people as possible over a long term we call lifetime. People will make promises, lies, pretend to change and even keep appearances but in the end the drugs and vices win.
So let your choices speak for you in deeds that show the real you. And let your shadow validate you not others for your life belongs to you.
This post was inspired by the erasure concept where the powerful and popular erase the masses with silence, ignorance, poverty, and haplessness. We live in a tragicomedy we call "reality".
Passion is a commotion in depth’s ocean. A serene ride with nothing to hide under a crimson moon of compassion.
I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender and longest slumber.
Youth told me that love breaks bones but time made me wiser with laughs as Life showed me that love grows into a companionship of two souls.
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.
And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in smaller gyres to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.