Listening to words, stronger than myself, more convincing than you and I. Looking towards the moon that is now fuller than most, wishing for it to help me find hope tho it only gives me flashbacks of memories turning into nightmares. Although everything seems lost it might not be to late for a miracle or even a sign of any sort. But it is the longing for what is coming that has clouded the minds of the young as well as the elders.
The Wiseman once said...
We are simple images, fractured reflections of our own selfs, our past, our present, our future that no one, no greater power than we can restore. We are the creators of our faults, flaws and the movement of the earth itself. The antidote is us and we are the poison.
I did not really think much of the knowledge he granted me, the moment of silence he commended.
I am enlightened.