Broken dreams in a recycle bin. Caring with violence; no means to an end. How tragic to claim trust in such a way; to wrap up your love for all kinds of occasions. Mistakes which keep repeating themselves all pile up, for no one to see. The law which keeps conforming to twist the truth – protecting the enemy.
I wonder about all these things.
I wonder how it all started, and if it will ever end. I wonder how to stop it, then laugh at my arrogance to ever think I could. And I give up, like a coward would. To fall back on my ignorance; a safe place to be, is this a lesser version of me? I cannot decide. So, I take a trip to the center of town, to walk by shops I dare not go in, and I wonder why.
© Maria Fokas 2014