in the age among the grand masters of sage
Dear Reader,
Today I came by an old photograph and the following poured...
Today I gazed into a old photograph of mine
he gazed from the back like a stranger to me
young with an insidious smile, I didn't recognized him with awe
as I was trying to make sense
he was lost in the background noise
you still haven't learned back then it was you to save
in the age among the grand masters of sage
King H. Ironson
reader, I will try to write something else as well but obviously its clear
that what is the point? No worries...I gave a promise earlier
its about Pygmalion...
a great story...I hope you come and check these out...
now as I am writing these words to you
I am sipping my beer (White Rabbit)
and listening to Weird Owl - White Hidden Fire (I love this song! - Great Band)
listening music is difficult with all those stupid advertisements from Spotify
I have to tell that all the ads they brought up to me as I am listening
those brands are loosing a customer...if you ask me its a stupid place to give ads..
reader it occured me today
that I have changed a lot
especially last one year
hopefully its all for the good, its been a difficult journey that is still going on
I came so far to turn back....still battling in murky, muddy, swamp of my unhealed wounds
still pushing on...light started to become the new norm and i started to loose sight of it because the dark which gave the contrast is reduced
trying to pick up the pieces and try to reconstruct myself in a new way...
old ways are not working and there is no familiar feelings, places and things
nothing left to runaway from.
its kind of scary there is no warm fuzzy feelings of familiarity
and for some reason I am being pushed from the ledge to go on this new way
it feels like being pushed from the ledge when your feathers just popped, fluffed and barely sufficient to fly
scary...but unavoidable...we will see
you yearn for human touch but with the lack you learn to get used to hug yourself and to lick your own wounds...
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