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| Untitled by � goeswith3faces When Creator touched me with the magical gift of life, I was kind and curious. Growing older, I saw how people make people suffering. Seeing things like this terrified my eyes, and my heart became heavy and angry about it. Later I saw the grimace of the demon of time that is called intolerance, injudiciousness and unfeeling ness. My eyes won�t see anymore torment of people, and my heart turns into a rapid steam of destination. I decided to fight the demon of time and I fought many fights that I couldn�t win. Because of that I fought harder and harder and harder ... One day I recognized that I�d lost all power to fight. My eyes became tired and lost the ability to see until I could only perceive shadows. Now I�m sitting here. My eyes are going blind because of sadness and with my slight voice I�m asking Creator to make me a last time worthy for fighting the demon of time with the strength of word and heart. And I�m just 31 years old � ~ Goes-With-Three-Faces ~ |
