The tides of tears. They forever alter the imprints of our lives upon the sands of time. Ever changing the way we ourselves are perceived. For the light illuminates all truths. Self evident, or hidden by perpetual withdrawal within oneself.
The ability to see all truths is simply to look upon them. To gaze upon their reflection mirrored forever with destiny, and NOT think twice. So simple, yet such an elusive gift for so many. Or is it a curse to possess all the treasures that are the truths of the heart?
Like your most precious emotions, tossed to the winds of change. Knowing of their existence, somewhere, somehow, but what of their worth?
