Thirty Four

Some, in fact many prefer the wounded. Perhaps it’s because in them is found no challenge and a defeat however easily got is still defeat. But they’re dangerous those wounded ones, unawoken to the choice which is essentially always theirs . . . To be or not . . . I want no part in your plot. Elitest or not, I’m over it. Longing to hear your drum beat and the old adage, “one is enough”
In which world built upon the back of what lie?
The weakness of will comes at your own cost. Please don’t sully life with all this otherness. Choose which levels upon which to meet and perhaps to merge and then stick to it because life goes on with or without you.
I’ll continue to believe long after you are gone