The Spanish Unconditional surrender

No vision is ever untrue.  Only misunderstood.

I will realize in the far future that life can be nothing but fickle.  I will one day remember that I had ideals but they were only words in my head.   Maybe not even in my head.  They were the words of my feet and I will see how they made me walk.  Once, I walked hard on my heels, so confident, and now I lean hard to the instep, so cautious.  Everything that is me follows my feet.  My window, my vision, was stamped flat by my feet.

My lover left me with a kiss

The End

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