…it was dark when my senses ran off with her to the other side of insanity…. I tried to catch it but it kept on running, smiling and joking while holding her hand.
…terrified for its safety, I ran on hoping to reach it before it was too late. Finally when I caught up to it, it was wrapped in her arms while she hypnotized it with her lies of the heart…hurriedly I shouted it’s name but my beloved senses stared at me blankly, I knew then that it was too late because it had already forgotten who I was.
A child can see, so why can’t we?
Your spouse would proclaim…”what’s wrong dear?”…yet a child would take your hand and ask “why are you sad? Does it hurt really badly?” Children tend to look not only with their eyes but also with their hearts… Now, who is teaching who?