So often, we peer into the glass of good intentions, carving up a way of life like it really means something within the grand scheme of things. Helpless and sheltered within the omnipresent embrace of a life of bitter carelessness.
Sliding , sliding on a razors edge and the yellow stinking water pours out of us spilling on the charred fields of our ambitions, flowing across the chapel floors of our hope and false intentions.
I bury my head in the sand and breathe the glass crystals deep, deep down in my lungs until I cannot move, until I twist and squirm around like an insect of a person afraid.
Crying, lamentation, praying- screaming out blame- screaming -screaming because I am a fool., Then it becomes clear, I don’t know anything! I have been lied to! I have been used! It doesn’t matter because in then end I’ll be in the same place as you and together we will laugh at each other for being histories fool.
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Love,
Sage
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and love,
Susan
Much Love,
Always!!
Margaret
“Histories Fool” is good reflection to remember
as there is nothing we can do about another having false intentions to us, they would in all the irony be the bigger fool…
though this is in drama...I must tell you I smiled at the closing how they laughed at each other...it stands to show we are all within flaws & imperfections :)
Peace & Inspirations
Vickie