As much as I don't miss humanity,
There is one factor I miss.
Warmth.
I miss holding my daughter in her youth.
I miss the fond stories I would tell.
I miss the tales to cover up the truth.
The warmth of love.
But I don't miss the warmth of the sun.
Nights are so serene and calm.
The darkness protects us from the truth of the light that burns.
There is no warmth in this day and age,
As surely there is no shelter.
Do we need warmth?
Not necessarily,
For we have the capacity to grow without it.
 Charles Bromley · Sun Jun 06, 2010 @ 04:33am · 0 Comments |
