Saturday, June 4, 2016

Metanoia

Grateful for the mornings that became nights - and every night I was left to ponder.

Time flies by, taking with it pieces of who we were.
Eroding the exterior of our being.
Until an impermeable surface is left.

What's left, is typically who we identify ourselves as. Unrelenting; your new determination can easily be misinterpreted for arrogance or a myriad of other condescending character flaws.