Reconcile in your cocoon, sheltered in. soon enough you’ll grow up and second by second break the walls of childhood, leaving shreds of fear underneath the shadows of the past. Colors, colors blind your eyes mischief floating high. In hale fumes of illusions and before you know it a blind covers your eyes making you see the world through a slaves eyes. Where darkness descends and light never lights the way.
August 26, 2011