What is life but once transformation after another?
Change lurking around every corner.
Who I am today is not concrete.
All things fleeting,
all things exist only for a moment.
A moment of eternity
that twisting of time,
in creeps that bitterness of mind,
trying to bottle up what naturally flows:
speaking of things that we can never know.
What is life but transforming from ignorance to knowledge
to not knowing ,
clouds cover my murky eyes.
When he has left my mind,
the unveiling of a blinded soul.
I have learned.
-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”