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Selfish seeds sown neatly in a row. Neglect, lack of nourishment..selfish shadows between the seeds and the sun. It withered and died. Does that surprise Me? It shouldnt.
Acidic tongue. Bold Pride, calculated hatred for the colour of My skin. Morse code. S.O.S. answered in hearts. Paid in spades. Only to be squeezed and robbed of every ounce of blood life, giving, breath-taking silence.
Silence rising thick and heavy through My soul. No need to breathe anymore. Its chasm much to wide and jagged with remorse and harbored storm.
Clearly you see the reasons, selfish as they may be. Flip a page to read another chapter of a realm with empty thoughts and harvested offerings with no taste, no flavour, all guts no glory.
To say it all, or to say nothing at all. Selfish. Self savoring papier only a figment of My fertile imagination. Created of a need to reach a hand out and share. My inner sanctum of flowers and spice, of darkness and light.
It was a risk and I took it. I bent it and I lost. Now its My turn to be selfish and calculated. Distant and aloof. Friends only. Too bad you were never really one.
Sprinkled sweet spices, only to be blown askew with harboured self righteousness
AR April 17, 2002