Message in a bottle
Poets View
A Friend Found in Books
Dreams
The Living Corpse
Murderer
Nature's Bliss
Always
Letter from a razor
Best Friend
The Broken Girl
Spilled Ink
Broken Words
Perfect
Silent Killer
Empty Seconds
Mask
Red Masterpiece
Caring
Empty Seconds
So many empty seconds in a day,
A day not lived at all.  So many useless thoughts
that flit our energy away. We say we live, but
do we ever see what really is.
So many empty seconds in a day.

Do we stop in the midst of the hustle and bustle. Stand
aside and live that second to the full. Pay attention
to a brief encounter, the pain behind the smile of another
Seeing the good, a second of light understood.

Do we understand the circumstance of our action.
Notice our emotions and attractions, justifications and impulses.
Our gestures, repulsions our reactions. The lie or the truth in the things we say.
And above all, our imperfection when we fall.
So many wasted seconds in a day.
A day not lived at all.
© Epic Novella,
книга «Broken Words».
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