of puppets and angels by beautifulconundrum, literature
Literature
of puppets and angels
There are few things we do.
Except watch, that is, we observe and intervene when we can. It's a rather helpless existence really, with each day passing like a moment and some moments, an eternity. Many think it is a highly organized practice, to simply watch, guide and protect. It isn't. It's fate really and it's messy.
Fate isn't a path made of cobblestones or brick. It isn't long or short, narrow or wide, it never starts and no one knows if it ends. It is rather a mess, a tangled web, a knotted web of tangled strings. In its entirety it is beautiful, with countless ties and tears, each strung and strum to a different tune. It hums if one
of puppets and angels by beautifulconundrum, literature
Literature
of puppets and angels
There are few things we do.
Except watch, that is, we observe and intervene when we can. It's a rather helpless existence really, with each day passing like a moment and some moments, an eternity. Many think it is a highly organized practice, to simply watch, guide and protect. It isn't. It's fate really and it's messy.
Fate isn't a path made of cobblestones or brick. It isn't long or short, narrow or wide, it never starts and no one knows if it ends. It is rather a mess, a tangled web, a knotted web of tangled strings. In its entirety it is beautiful, with countless ties and tears, each strung and strum to a different tune. It hums if one
I do rarely snap a few pictures, dabble into a sketch here and there, paint for therapy or maybe even take up singing for the hell of it, but if anything, I write.