Only the tough ones
August 13, 2013 § Leave a comment
Often times, one could not distinguish between the two. If you asked one, she’d tell you she was tough all on her own, and patient. Capable, and looking ahead. She’d say the other is, perhaps, untamed, yet so devastatingly, bound. The other would propose the oldest is possibly, probably, naïve. Unlearned. Stunted. They’d both agree. These were possibilities. And they would weep about these things. Contemplating the lessons, the reasons, the repercussions. And the vortex of change these things always bring.