I trust no one.
Not even the sun that greets me in the morning, nor the birds that sing to me in the evening. I sense the deception in all things at times even those that hold my hand. I sense perpetration like a silent assasin concealed in the darkness – waiting.
It’s my nature that separates me, binds me to nothing and settles my soul temporarily. It’s my nature that guides me and ultimately will bring me to me knees.
But when I open the door, early in the morning, as I leave my bed – I have lived, for I have seen my soul I have heard my body and I feel life, be it alone, be it unknown, be it in sadness, be it in happiness – I’m alive to be a witness.