Message From A Stranger
Message From A Stranger

I walked into a room and i saw him,
a person emitting an aura that'll make u scream,
he sits in a corner in a dark gloom,
doesn't even acknowledge my presence in the room,

Slowly and cautiously i walked forward,
At that moment i seriously acted like a coward,
but his sudden voice stopped me cold,
and the words hesaid swirled up in the dark emblazoned in gold,

Nothing lasts forever,
remember this advice from a stranger,
and eternity only awaits those,
that has been pricked by the thorn of a rose,

It made no sense to me at all,
and i started to run out the door,
but i stopped and turned around at the end,
and saw the true face.... of Ben....

*wrote this for fun, but at the same time to remind myself, nothing lasts forever, but still eternity will await those, that has been pricked by the rose, which means, people that get hurt, can actually reach eternity, but the eternity i speak of is of the mental word, eternal bliss, for wisdom comes only through painful experiences. understand it? The reason in the end it was the true face of Ben is because it's my advice to myself, and the words emblazoned in gold yet in a gloomy room, for life is a dark and unfair experience, and gold is something precious, something to be remembered, appreciated, the words in gold because i believe this is important. I also said, a person emitting an aura that makes you wanna scream, that makes you think of a scary person right? But look, in the end, he gave GOOD advice, painful advice, but GOOD and True. Appearances can be misleading.And i said up there, walked slowly and cautiously, acting like a coward, because sometimes people play things too safely, including me, and most of the time, people are willing to close their eyes against the truth, Truth Hurts.

Nothing Lasts Forever,
The Advice From A Stranger,
Eternity only awaits Those,
Pricked By A Rose....

A truth, that hurts.
stoned @ 11:25 PM
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My life.

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Flow,
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Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September