This day draws to a close. I offer to it my disappointment that I could find nothing truer to put forward. I offer it the lack of a prayer. I offer it my lights that dance in the darkness. I offer it the truth I may never see. I offer it acknowledgement of my clinging to the light. I offer it those truths I have scrawled in the place of knowledge. I offer it my pride, for I have found myself wanting. I offer it the sincerity of my humility, for I have seen my pride. I offer it ignorance, that would masquerade as knowledge. I offer it my past, and I offer it my future. In these two I offer it my vision, for I see without sight. I am older, today. On this day, I feel most keenly the passage of time. I am older, but no wiser. Death has come closer by a year, and I feel its presence. Mortality is a cruel thing. Time is a cruel thing. Humanity is the cruelest of all, an affliction upon all that suffer it.
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 13:45:00 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015