Time

The days depart onwards, and still, the timer continues to commence and cease, with every moment that passes bleeding you dry. The surges of chaos conjure doubtfulness to your mind. The body that allows us to move around becomes still just as the frozen lakes on a cold night. Curiosity flows, but acceptance of a version of yourself you never wanted to acknowledge starts confusing the rhythm of your life. Understanding that we only acquire one chance in this form and the choices we compose play a role, which never fails to show with the events that occur as our impulse reaction takes control; for the truth can tell no lies; just as evil and benevolent are one and the same, and often misunderstood, forced to hide within a disguise. The black sheep in a family of billions, so close to each other but never receiving a hug from another. Lost in a circle, the snow globe of our false terror and hope; fighting just to stay alive when all we must do is look deeply into our eyes. A soul that is immoral, a component of us that will never die. Only when the surrounding ground becomes still can we fully connect with the intuition that will guide us from this phase into the consequent . Be patient with yourself. Notice that you are enough. The warriors planted into a battle that can be won. Deepen your perception and watch the undone become one.