Soft Shadows Under the Eyes

"do you hope to expiate the crimes of the past by suffering in the present?"

Perhaps that is exactly what I am trying to do. Atoning for all the misery I have caused by inflicting misery upon myself. Its an insatiable need.

Once upon a time, I remember reading some where or being told when I was very young that that is how all good stories start. I didint even understand what the phrase meant but it took on all kinds of connotations after that, like it was a key to unlocking the narrative magic, all one had to do was write four simple words. I was entranced.

When does one pass from childhood into adolesence? And from there into adulthood? Is it when we realise that the power of words is much more prosaic, based on the niceties of language and the ability to manipulate?

Do you still wish on stars and eyelashes just in case? Do you believe in angels? Music that makes you feel? Words that make your soul sing?

"I abstain" Its not that easy