The sweet tinkling of the little bells reminiscent of Innocence, lost to us forever by the pillaging Age rampant in his devouring rage and what we see now is nothing but rust and regret
True, it's actually forgotten by some people. But for this writer, he misses it at times. Like the Dorothy's journey through the Land of Oz, he has gone through a catharsis of sorts. But unlike Dorothy, he does not feel that home is where he belongs.
Thank you for that comment, nizzie. And for dropping by as well.
"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart. They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again. If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. I have said to rottenness: thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister. Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience? All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?" Job 17:11-16 dv.
2 Comments:
reminiscent of innocence is never lost... its actually by some ppl.. forgotten..
its how u look at things dat one may feel regret but its supposed to be felt as a lesson learnt. not any sort of distress of mind
(in my own opinion though.. hehe.. )
True, it's actually forgotten by some people. But for this writer, he misses it at times. Like the Dorothy's journey through the Land of Oz, he has gone through a catharsis of sorts. But unlike Dorothy, he does not feel that home is where he belongs.
Thank you for that comment, nizzie. And for dropping by as well.
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