They say time is a thief, but now she saw that in fact, that he was not. He was a merchant. She had traded her sight for vivid memories. And her hearing for a real appreciation of song. Swapped her pretty mask for inner beauty, and her naive words for deep thoughts. Time was not a thief, but a friend guiding her to her final destination, preparing her for her final purpose.
Extreme ideologies can only be taken down by someone perceived as "one of their own." Only women can take down misandry, only men can take down misogyny. Ethnic groups can best tackle racisms within their ethnic group toward others. So it'll always be a team effort. It takes empathic listening to another group regarding complaints about "your group" - followed by you taking on the extremists spouting paranoias, exaggerations and mistruths. At this stage, the out-group needs to give them some time to have these conversations in a calm and emotionally deep manner and see what enlightenment returns. The process can then be repeated until peace and unity is found in a positive culture of trust and respect. And for this to really work - you need hold fast to love as the radical root of who you are. Only love can lead the way in our philosophies.
She was my angel. Because I fell for her demons first. Vowed to kill and bleed for her. I was the devil of the story. But her presence gave me a reason to want to go to heaven. How she could affect souls! It was awe-inspiring. Worth seeing. She was the one, who loved me eternally, irrevocably, and unconditionally. She had me in her thrall. She completed me. Washed away the blood of brutality off me.
Her voice was more soothing than a thousand kisses. Her touch was softer than feather. She was the proof that one could walk through hell, and still be an angel. She knew me inside and out, and still loved me for what I was. She was my guardian angel.
The forest hums with life all around me. I twirl about, gazing up at the canopy, searching for the birds that sing sweetly. The sun breaks through the cracks, lighting up the dirt path ahead of me, decorated with outgrown roots, wildflowers and fallen leaves that crunch beneath my bare feet. I trudge on, taking in the fragrance of minty grass and the damp earth. Each breathe is like water, fresh and cleansing, flowing freely into my lungs.
He watched the sunset at the horizon, spreading its largess into a grateful sky. Rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples, crimsons. Bob's spirit soared at the sight as he was transported into a timeless existence, ready for the protective blanket of night and new dreams.
Your easy smiles and gentle teasings strung my heart and blinded my eyes. I overlooked your veering lies and shady actions and glanced the other way when you enjoyed the company of other women more than mine, convincing myself that it was merely the green eyed monster rearing its ugly head. But when you strayed, I knew for sure that you took me for a mindless fool. You made a mockery of my love and blamed me for your straying.
You abused my innocent love and cut off the happy strings of my heart.
You aren't worth my time or even a fleeting thought; you are a bad story and I choose to only read good ones.