Waste not; want not.

My daily plea is to keep my feet

from enemy territory.

In my solitude,

stuck in lonelinesses room.

Gray scenes;

memories playing tricks on me.

The jingles of curtains,

Distorted reflections

of mystic shadows.

Hollowing souls,

between the heaves of storms.

Real friends; how many of them.?

There is safety in numbers.

Walls have ears, and

whoever chatters to you

will soon chatter of you.

Judge others and

condemn yourself.

Two is company,

Three is crowd.

Truth is;

There is always safety in numbers.

What the eyes don’t see,

the heart won’t grieve for.

Cherish still waters,

because they run deep.

There is no true love

without jealousy. And

with every question;

there are two conflicting sides.

 The “Wish” is the Father to The “Thought”!.

So becareful Who or

What you Wish for.

True friends and Real friends;

Best friends could just be friends,

So remember not to confuse them!!.


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