Is is the will which separates us. A will, for you, which moves as long grass in the wind, as the flame by a slamming door.
When the walls come down and worlds collide, those who remember peace lose the most.
The world has turned to a sad state of affairs.
Perversions are the order of the day,
Lives filtered through the lens of a lens with opinion and undue certainty mixed in.
Hardly a scrap of truth is recognized the world over anymore,
For truth has become objective views of certainty.
The wind started to pick up in the early afternoon. The sky was red at dawn, so I hastily finished all I had needed to in that day.
The young do not remember a time of heroes and kings who fought for something other than simply law and convention.