There’s a stir in the wind. I feel different. My outlook has been poisoned enough times that I started to believe in nothing. The advantage is nothing matters. No one cares is liberating. The knowledge of consequence only ties down a mind. Limiting possibilities. Questioning whether it is better to do or not to do. The question isn’t why something ends but how it ends.
Today is the next day in the future. The journey of a thousand lifetimes begins with a single step. A drop of blood ends the single life that starts the path toward hell. But the spirits liberated don’t get condemned to the same path. Are angels of dark wings still not Angels?
Heaven can wait. But time is never waiting