Estranged. The bliss of a young man smoothly slivered in an instant. Obscured memories puncture through an opaque blindfold. Eyelids carved swiftly with oval shaped incisions. A branch in one self's fortitude reveals a radiant smile struggling to re-surface. Nostalgia plays its sniveling violin. I bleed pristine tears. Recollections of the son I once was. Stabbed my past with oxidized scissors and turned away. Awake to salvage what is left before it dies away. An oath destined to be forgotten. Strong words are nothing more than heartfelt clichés. The times have changed and so have I. Childhood dreams reduced to pale aspirations. Familiar faces have shed their skin, spawning a new found identity. A never ending pursuit of distinctiveness as blurred strenuous bonds in its path. Awake to salvage what is left before it dies away. An oath destined to be forgotten. Strong words are nothing more than heartfelt clichés. The loss of innocence. The end of innocence approaches. |
