The unexpected words shear the wool from your placid eyes. Taking in the reality so suddenly; it shows in your disbelieving blinks. A burning baptism of the heart leads you to see the person I am hiding within me. My cold vision is not one of indifference, but of the cutting away of futures not meant to be.
I can taste the smell of blood in the air; going back to that moment; the equilibrium of time. And, through a mind meant for sacrifice from the beginning, we see the endless expanse of creation at our fingertips.
Against all the odds, we are made to understand.
[20:48|14.8.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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