Time passes by and the man remains the same.
The man passes on and time follows its course.
One more stone placed upon the wall of our disappointments,
Soon, we will no longer see the sun …
Let’s open our mind for it to marvel.
Somewhere in our sleep, the answers to our questions are awakening.
Somewhere, a spark ignites passionate fusions.
Far away from all the lies.
Lying by omission; « I didn’t say it; I didn‘t lie. »
Trying to convince yourself all the same that you’re right.
Far away from hypocrisy; « I’m smiling at you. »
Cold and deliberate.
One more hand placed upon the wall of our disappointments,
Soon we will no longer see the sun …
Never stop dreaming; you might decease.
Never stop loving; you might wither.
Never stop believing, you might begrudge yourself.
Is kindness a weakness?
No, it’s a gift… It’s also forgiveable… Sometimes.
But not to the point of being blinded by cold and deliberate false smiles.
Not to the point of believing all the lies, by omission or not.
It’s how life goes.
One more breath placed upon the wall of our disappointments.
© Sylvie Ginestet
Author of ‘The Quest’ & ‘La Recouvrance’
Le Miracle : http://www.amazon.fr/gp/product/B00A69NHQO
La Recouvrance : http://www.amazon.fr/gp/product/B00IRDJ08K
The Quest : http://www.amazon.fr/gp/product/B00IA5A93A
My first pleasure is to write…
The second one is that you read my work and that you get as much pleasure as I do…
Then we could say that it’s a victory!