Lived and Learned

Eidolon of Lost Hours. Not in drink, but want. In this desire, moments pass like the day in and out. The sky changes. From bright clear morn to starless clouds of midnight. Every tear dropped, added to the Tide of Years. The clock hands keep spinning, never stops. Just whir and whirl, as shadows claim it’s face, and never seen once more. The Specter of Waning, eats steadily on these moments. Walk, run, and never shake it. Train hard, focus, love the morn once more. Know all mirrors show what wants to be seen. Of all things, one truth against the mire of more and more. That refection holds all the hope one needs. In every heart, shine like it does.

– Mitsuo Tanaka


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