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