SHADOWS OF TANGLE
He was always afraid to live the life. It was a tangle of contradictions. Finding a truth, he immediately cast doubt on it. But he suffered, he was destined to always sail. Never a port to stop. (Francesco Grisi)
The tangle of life, like a spider web painted on the wall. We spend our time trying to unravel the skein, looking for the center of our existence, looking for the answers to the questions that flow in our heads. We get angry, we stomp our feet, we scream at our self in the mirror. Until the right arms for us find us, and we finally feel safe and we surrender to rest.
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