SNIPPET
It's a still water, calm as calm can be, there comes the turbulent wind, took the gentle nature of what once stood still, not because there is why but because it can.
The pain it caused, the disruption of a course and further destruction therein.
I stood there, watching, in awe, there came a silent voice, in an inaudible whisper, shouted in a very low tone, "ride with the wind".
"Don't chose the victim" "ride"
That's when I realized...
Comments
Post a Comment