There are times in which clarity imposes itself upon ourselves and we remain only as spectators to the unravelling farce, a loss at the hands of a disinterested hold.
Uninhibited in design, wavering falls lift us in a stepwise fashion from reluctant solitude only to be thrown before the darkening glare of day. Blessings punctuated with relief. Bedazzled by the clamoring fusion of light, a soul once born in the skies and now reawoken to the liberation of peace, bows to the ground, barefoot and overwhelmed by the gratitude of loss.
An awakening previously distanced by time has been rekindled amongst the selfishly mute. The truth found beyond the throes of belief absolves us of our destiny as we lay alongside the innocence of the unborn.
An attempt at a truly humble beginning.
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