The memories of you are so unique and true, I wrote them down so others can remember you too.
Water: It exists in a Triad state, solid, liquid and vapor and remains unchanged. The symbol of our spiriteaux we know its mystery presence is real from the evidence within our eyes.
The mask that owns us, indulges and conceals.
I stood in cue before a counter jeweled with pastry and incensed with coffee. I was followed by a family of three, and to my own perception, the infant and toddler seemed quiet and without misbehavior. But suddenly they departed, before even my own turn. The child cried, denied a selection of sweetness. The hurt she experience somehow reached me as if the sadness was personal to me. Not just about being denied a pleasure but an anguish of seeing a joy and not understanding why the chance to taste was taken. Maybe a repressed memory, but also there was a feel, that in this simple act, something hurt us all.
I am my most dangerous weapon the moment I make the choice to not trust in God.