|| Oh Contraire
The writer of this paragraph has seen many a days of titles, articles, stories, all shaped and curvaceously moulded by the onlooker who sees. A story being told by that one indeed. Fashioned by the watcher, it tells a tale of despair. What a wasted life! What a pity! Oh, very much a shame! The words that spew out of its owner’s mouth breeds tales. Just that. Only tales.
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. For life is very much a reflection. For you can only truly see the one who truly sees you. And that is it. Why then, attach the self to old tales.
Usually, when one story ends, yet another begins. Am I only what you say I am? Am I what I tell you I am? Am I even what I believe I am? Who am I? ¿Cómo?
Pues ahora, dice, oh Contraire!
Sometimes, we loan for a day, or many a month, or possibly even many a year, the pen that we use to write the stories that we tell ourselves. How dangerous then, it is to loan your pen to a stranger, giving him the absolute permission to write your story. I say, take back your pen and your property too, that is, the property of your paper, which is the property of your mind. For the foreign eye sees not your propensity; the ways you move with such intensity. I tell you, come on now: recreate your story!
24.11.22
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. For life is very much a reflection. For you can only truly see the one who truly sees you. And that is it. Why then, attach the self to old tales.
Usually, when one story ends, yet another begins. Am I only what you say I am? Am I what I tell you I am? Am I even what I believe I am? Who am I? ¿Cómo?
Pues ahora, dice, oh Contraire!
Sometimes, we loan for a day, or many a month, or possibly even many a year, the pen that we use to write the stories that we tell ourselves. How dangerous then, it is to loan your pen to a stranger, giving him the absolute permission to write your story. I say, take back your pen and your property too, that is, the property of your paper, which is the property of your mind. For the foreign eye sees not your propensity; the ways you move with such intensity. I tell you, come on now: recreate your story!
24.11.22