Life's not fair.
I know this is cliché, but it's becoming more and more apparent that the old saying is true. My idealistic view of the world is fading fast as I realize that there are simply things you cannot change. It is the things you cannot change that make this world, this life, unfair.
A childish view of the world leaves one in splendid ignorance, a splendid ignorance that I truly miss. I miss the days when everything was simple and easy. The days where we didn't have a care in the world. Everything was fabulous; we were abuzz with laughter and conversation late into the night, singing words that were so near and dear to our hea
Life's not fair.
I know this is cliché, but it's becoming more and more apparent that the old saying is true. My idealistic view of the world is fading fast as I realize that there are simply things you cannot change. It is the things you cannot change that make this world, this life, unfair.
A childish view of the world leaves one in splendid ignorance, a splendid ignorance that I truly miss. I miss the days when everything was simple and easy. The days where we didn't have a care in the world. Everything was fabulous; we were abuzz with laughter and conversation late into the night, singing words that were so near and dear to our hea
The Secret, Letting Go, The Flight by SalientSoliloquy, literature
Literature
The Secret, Letting Go, The Flight
It was a quiet thing, a small thing,
Secret for we in chains of
Blinks and glances only dreamed of freedom,
Of warm and undulating sighs
Now new, at least, to me.
I was amazed.
I would touch
The space of that caress,
Softly placed,
Gently laid,
As I had been that eve of patent
Chastity's reform.
It was strange yet certain,
Too long had we arranged our hands
In folded prayers of fellowship and grace.
Her face filled mornings chaste and sweet
Yet suffered oft of purity's retreat.
So many shapeless things we knew
The pulse of dreams,
The pain and press of demons
Ringing rowdy peals of fear.
With tears we quaked