Just like time, this too shall pass. Not the beginning nor
the end just the passing; of time side by side life in spite of feeble attempts
to prolong and put at bay; To remain alive is what we fight for; Related to
time from beginning to end, blood relative not by choice, but by circumstances
its cousin’s name is demise; this is existence’s plight. Once you accept death, you're free to live. No longer caring about your reputation. You no
longer care, except so far as your life, to be used tactically to promote all
that, which you believe in. Only then do you attain a fear for less; for death...
Be Fearless…of the dark; storms on the horizon; impending
things with no names and no substance just the same. Imagined, created with
acceptance. Stop owning the emotional bruises not by your own demise but by
those cowards using co_words, with unsheathed tongues flailing about, flinging conjecture,
hear-say here and there is what they spout, from that spicket between their ears;
only because they care_less dispite what they never knowing
how to be fearless…
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