Journals

Will I ever get it wrong enough to get it right? While waging war with Experience it struck -  a brutal and blunt double-edged sword across my face: Independence, with its own long generous arms did force Liberty’s retreat and with it the body from where it came, not, however, never to be seen again, for it was my fortune (by the standards society has deemed) my deeds were not severe, merely misguided and unaware until after a length of time and peace had passed, at which point the signature of E could leave its mark written in the familiar slant of my hand, resiliant,   and more confident than any time before, wise to the deceptions of clever sayings, mantras and other cliches.