trust in an imperfect world
there was a day when you were the archer, sure and strong, sure and strong. but in the awakening, you will have become the doe, mother of trust with blood on her tongue. know thyself, and you will have outrun the bleeding hole. perhaps one day the archer will forgive you. perhaps one day the archer will know you. perhaps one day the archer will become you. and then we can all stop running.
posted by sapphiretowergirl at 8:03 AM
3 Comments:
god! you write so well.
you evoke a few emotions and paint a few pictures.
all in a few, very few words.
i relate to these few lines on trust completely.
Hey,
that was awesome... Hop over to my page too.. I can't promise anything so thought provoking.. I mostly ramble about the mundane.. but I'd love to have you over..
Again.. Lovely reading..
seeya
SC
Indeed, that was lovely.
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