like the heart of a lion, that's been shot through the chest.
the power to forget is a pretty useful and awesome tool. you used to give me that.
you know i've been some pretty horrible places, you know i've seen a lot of people with hate in their eyes. but, as with everything, there are two sides. you know i've been some pretty beautiful places, and you know i've seen a lot of love in people's lives.
i stumbled on a new way to best-define everything that is and everything that now was. it's a lot like the way of the lion. for the most part, invincible. he rides through life with un-recognisable impact and intent. until, by a force yet to be justified, he is shot down by a hunter, keen for his skin, and keen for him. for the appearance, for the feel, and promise of what it may bring. all she needed was one shot, and she stole him away. but since she now sees that, up-close and after time, the skin is riddled with mange. the hunter decides to leave the lion alone. alone, to die. but, as is the case in almost any aspect of life, the vultures remain.
and these vultures, they're a fucking force, mate. they're numbers. they're nothing to the lion. but, at the same time, he needs them to finish what the hunter started. i mean, it's not like he NEEDS needs them. or anyone, now. really. either way, they keep going, and changing, and coming back, and digging away, and picking, and calling, and wanting more, and needing more, and taking more, without necessarily asking for more.
poetic just-this.
this year will be the year of the song, soul, and piano, for me. not got too much choice on the matter.
i must remember to be more kind. like, consistently more kind. i managed to achieve that a while back, i now need to maintain it.
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