Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Open Ahead

The past only sleeps. It waits to awaken. In the closed doorways by darkened curtains in rooms seldom entered. Believing experience and time have moved on, they sit undisturbed waiting to reveal a changed universe. Timidity prevents the abrupt awakening. The blows can feel fresh, working out their practiced sting. But revelation brings renewal. Perspective is the kind healer and time its grateful servant.

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