The truth will be found on the edge of the battlefield. A harsh state with sights of death and destruction, not of a human death, death of the worst possible things that can encrypt a human soul… prideful control over nothing and everything will cease like the sun slowly melting into the highest mountains or sinking into the deepest seas. An emotional death that tears ones heart wide open and allows pure gold to come in as the sun shimmers into the Middle Creek. Leaving no room for bitter stones, they will be placed for beauty, balance and tones.
My friend, do not think I am not brave because I stand & wait on the outskirts of the wake. My sight is of quantity, my heart is courageous. The war has already been won. The fight is inner circle. I see truth. I will enter this round and come out stronger than imagined before. The sadness I have suffered will all come to an end, not only loss and suffering but from to of play pretend.
Much Love 💜 Much Life