Some things never find their way towards the doors of change. A possibility of shaded and grayed memory might encircle the moment but the stock remains.
Brethren could be thick, blood could be thicker, but the soul remains...steadfast and uncluttered!
Conceit, an attribute one can be born with. To look into any pair of eyes and see oneself could be genius or pure folly. Either way that path is not far from emphatic.
Does the cause affect ? Does the effect affect ?
There shall come a mountain in time with a little little crack, for hearts and souls to disappear. A passage through which light will shine but only after it is sought.
Then once the ray shows itself... looking back wouldn't be such a bad feeling.
Until then........................... wince, grit, grin and bear!
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