Recently I came across this saying, a mantra more like it.
At first glance this is nothing more than a phrase, concocted by pure talent. But, little did I know, it holds more truth than you can imagine.
You see, one can victimise themselves to their SO, friends, making the others the bad guy, all they want.
Lie to them, twist words to work in their favour, tell them sweet nothings to get them tangled up in their web.
To those who dare do this, who dare go against humanity and stoop this low, just remember, at the end of all this ;
What 3 things cannot long be hidden?
The Sun, The Moon, The Truth.
you know when you’re walking along life, just minding your own business when suddenly you crash into this apace wall and fall on over. as you fall you wonder, what happened? did you trip on a mistake you made? was it a pull from a demon from the past? or maybe you just tripped on your own two feet whilst you were too busy admiring the view.
stunned, you brush off the dirt from your clothes and look up to inspect the sudden-appeared wall that jolted you out of life’s dream. a hand appears. a smooth, tanned skinned hand. with fingers housing beautifully rounded fingernails. calluses on the palm, only evidence of hard work , extended out towards you.
mesmerised, you stare at the hand as this melodious voice calls out to you. it sounds sweeter than sugar, just like birds singing. yours eyes meet and owh how lovely those eyes are. deep set, golden brown like burnt honey. so vast feel as tho they can see all the way into your soul.
and right then, thats when it all falls away. everything that meant to you before this very moment seems so distant. all that was important to you became second to this wonder, this greek god standing infront of you. you take their hand and never want to let go. standing up they flash you a smile of apology before introducing themselves to you. and the rest is history.
that, is your little burst of wonder.