The Shallow Diary, Day 2
MAY 21st-
The Day after it falls, is the day after we all give in. Gave up the keys to the Kingdom of Tears, in hopes of a pat on the head. The Dark Corners of the brain, damaged in the fall, disconnected from Hope, from the answers deep within, we are all shame and frailty now. Even if The Word rises, none shall be there to see, or hear, The Truth. The shards of the future too fractured to comprehend, a full picture, or a blank slate. In the dark corners of us, we hope for a word of truth to be a guiding light into this unknown. Will we wither on the bone, a desecrated carcass for the vultures of time, or stand tall, in the face of personal demons.
MAY 21st-
The Day after it falls, is the day after we all give in. Gave up the keys to the Kingdom of Tears, in hopes of a pat on the head. The Dark Corners of the brain, damaged in the fall, disconnected from Hope, from the answers deep within, we are all shame and frailty now. Even if The Word rises, none shall be there to see, or hear, The Truth. The shards of the future too fractured to comprehend, a full picture, or a blank slate. In the dark corners of us, we hope for a word of truth to be a guiding light into this unknown. Will we wither on the bone, a desecrated carcass for the vultures of time, or stand tall, in the face of personal demons.