Seems you can get anyone conceivable to do anything, until they are found out, and then it is always drastic last fail.
The assets on a losing streak more willing now to do whatever it takes to make it break.
She was found out walking through-out, attempting the victim for casting directors or lead officers in this life. She could not bring down the heart, this blood, the mark.
It is a world of humble steps and with them you can still manage to catch despair from hands of a former friend who knows someone who wants the better of you, and they are willing, behind eight ball… To have you undone.
Those moments you show so much life in your eyes would be the biggest mistake in envy.
They always owe someone, and though you find at times you’re disillusioned, you remember there is a whole lot of come-up on and you pretty much can’t see until you are on top of it.
Just a bit too late and you are sent reeling, remember this; resilience is a finely tuned dark minor cord that we bend our ear to because what moves us is not what is used to.
I felt ease when the wind blew me down. I felt in pieces drenched in a cut of rain; I fell to portions. My sides let out, and when morning became, I recur.
I may not give up!
I’ve forgiven in my own ; far and away.
The vantage of those in parts that never come together in their own will, still and are pictorial as broken cups; water poured, then trickles escaping through cracks to spread onto table lost by atmosphere. Synapses, taking stride but the hand won’t move. A thought that can’t get passed.The soul won’t abide the waste.
So she like them remain in fracture until further from self.
Disillusion all en mass, together create an apparition of completeness.
A smaller child, the inner who believes to see a landscape shown through in reflecting glass, an attempt to walk into that which he distinguishes. Forehead stopped still, till eyes see through the actual partitioned portions of blocked life.
The innocent stretches before the knowledge of pain . In what is, and after.