Life thread,
a flow of voices,
words
spoke from perspective of emotions,
Washed by tears from the eyes of a broken heart.
We who observe
awaiting the punishment of the gods that know not the pain of humanity nor the struggles of imagination.
A line,
so thin to distinguish where truth lies and lies start.
The abandonment of connection that filters the dreams we scarcely remember from the night of induced sleep,
brightened with pills, powder and make ups to hide our insecurities.
Born of Adam and Eve,
punished to experience pain and hardships so as to meet our fates,
Death.
Yet we find reasons to smile,
worship,
and be thankful to the privileges we enjoy now and then,
hoping for something fundamental to define our existence.
We are what we make of us,
the seers,
healers and leaders.
The forgotten kingdom from gods race.
