Hours are taking the disused days. Desolate, not forgotten, as the black shoes and dress are worn today. Of all days to be seen carrying the pain of rejection, execution and prepared to do : "anything". How hard the torn service is, but no arrow in heart. Just a rainbow as illusory as the clouds seen. The tower, abandoned and disguised as free, is more like amnesia privately jumped over again. No magicians, no fairy tales in a not suitable for children castle of shadows. Just a rainbow, disused maybe. Disgusted, certainly. Time flies. Elephant skin. Another offering for the sick, getting better as docks smile diamonds above black shoes. Walls shout echoes of stories about: "We wanted to mess you up, managed to mess you up (more), and threw you away like a broken thing that could be picked up by whatever comes along." Thank goodness it came to an end.
“One sees how people cause so much of their own suffering just because they think that without having these strong emotions they’re not real people. (…) It is very difficult to understand others while still caught up in the turmoil of one’s emotional involvement – because we’re always interpreting others from the standpoint of our own needs.”
– Tenzin Palmo (Diane Perry)