Who will you listen to when all the voices swirl all around you; that always think they know what is best for you, as though you can fix your security upon your plaintiff whim of others. These voices will never encourage you to walk your own path, to make your acts of crazy wisdom, and to find out what matters through expressions of rebelliousness foolishness. The wind that sways through the summer fields the song of the skylark hovering in the afternoon sky and the gallop of the horse across green pastures - listen here and to the cry of the crestfallen, and the voice of freedom somewhere deep down in your being. Catch the wind that reminds you of your liberation from the doldrums of a formed life. Catch the song tick refuses to submit to the land of the living dead. Throw off your wish to please that clamour of appeals that keep telling you to imitate them, and their confined existence. Let yourself enter deeper and deeper into the new and the unknown until these wearisome voices have become the faintest of echoes from another lifetime. It is not easy facing the end of a relationship, especially if the signals were ignored.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 18:16:34 +0000
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