"You cant walk on water, fool! - you'll drown" they said.
I clench my teeth again - "I'd rather be dead!"
"Sew your seeds, then go!" But what harvest ill reap, they dare not know.
In a circle there are infinite parts - as the drawing down of fearful starts.
Who's to say . . . . .
My tongue tasted eyes that wept, my hands held dear, a promise kept.
Tuesday came and went like yesterday, all the yesterdays came and went . . . Like tomorrow . . .
"The sun will be up soon, get some sleep"
The eerie echo of the small, small speaker, trying desperately to reach the far corner of the otherwise empty house - colored in dark decay. He sits in the corner and cries. He doesnt need to make out the words - he knows them . . . by heart.
"You cant walk on water, fool! - you'll drown"
*this is just free flow writing, nothing more
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