Random Leaf #523

It's never too late. I am most certain. It never will be too late. As long as you have a heart that beats, it will never be.

Random Leaf #522

Is it treason to write poetry or desertion to just dream, for a moment, of grass and it's smell, other than, of course, burning lead and flesh?

Random Leaf #521

There certainly ust be a better answer and yet no one begs to question.

Random Leaf #520

And yet these men too have both soul and consciousness, aren't they aware or are they made to be without? Surely one or two might at one point may ignite a spark. A certain question, perhaps, during their afternoon break? Or perhaps evevn just a light during their duty at night at another poor spirit.

Random Leaf #519

That's what I want to be when I grow up, a hero.

Random Leaf #518

Kindness is one thing. Being weak is another.

Random Leaf #517

Be it as it may, prayers comes in shapes and form. And their rage are embodiment of their faith. I believe so they commune with a higher belief. Or perhaps different? I do not know, though, who answers them. Is it the gods above or perhaps else where, I do not know.

Random Leaf #516

What of it? Come storm and waves ebbing by the sea, their rage is nothing to castle walls and the sands on shore and beach.

Random Leaf #515

You fail to account man's limit. Not the end of his strength, mind you. But the start of when he lose control. Through faith man may move movement but what of rage?

Random leaf #514

The cliches of life, it's all cruel. Too cruel yet beautiful at the same time. Perhaps, if this certainties never happened, I would have never shed tears. And so life would be with a different meaning or without.

Random Leaf #513

It's because I was hopong for a different outcome. Forget the ending. I already know what will happen then. Even still, I want something different. I want that what if to happen. Those could have been. I want those to happen.

Random Leaf #512

But was this also a lie of his?

Random Leaf #511

Much like a great abyss or a wide ocean too deep and stretches so far to easily ford, cross or jump over.

Random Leaf #510

He kept them at bay though. He never have many friends, more so close friends. There always lie a big gap in between those who call themselves close to him.

Random Leaf #509

But of course there comes out the truth as well the lies from little details his best of friends would quickly notice.

Random Leaf #508

How cna he be the world's greatest liar in case he ever tell a lie. No one will ever suspect an honest man a liar.

Random Leaf #507

He thought of them as mere rumors. Even daresay calling themselves lies, all the while pretending.

Random Leaf #506

She had her flaws as well did he. But the truth he thought he knew were so far off from the truth.

Random Leaf #505

"And all I wished was her happiness," he said. But it of course it was lie. He wanted to be happy. He was happy if she were but she was not everything he wished for.

Random Leaf #504

Those who died never knowing they have one. They are innocent in a not so pure for, but nevertheless, innocent.

Is it worth it, anyway, having one?

Random Leaf #503

And why do you cry for pawns without name? Do tell me, you wondered they died knowing they have one or they got their heads chopped off serving one? What is it to names, anyway?

Random Leaf #502

Miraculously, all my lies added up. I'm a liar and yet people believed in my words.

Random Leaf #501

And if one day you see me weep. Be at peace. It is only but my life that I cry for. All of it's what if's and could have been.

Random Leaf #500

Damsels may weeps, even lords, kings or princesses may remember them but the pages of history won't have their names.

Random Leaf #499

In whatever is to come, the historians won't tell about pawns and their unwritten poetry.

Random Leaf #498

Wishing for your happiness is one thing but wishing mine, I just hope the stars intertwine our fates.

Random Leaf #497

And I'm afraid you're the queen and across the board, the furthest side, I am but a pawn.

Random Leaf #496

Here I am trying to forget. Yet the whole world keeps reminding me of you.

Random Leaf #495

And you I'd rather choose not to.

Random Leaf #494

Maybe in my dreams, we would get to see each other.

Random Leaf #493

But fret not for there never will be an incorrect lie nor are promises ever broken. One way or another, lies are just promises turned truth.

Random Leaf #492

And in case you wonder what I am going to, please do tell me who I am. I may as well honestly be someone else beside the one I thought I know I am.

Random Leaf #491

Though certainly I know I could move them. Only not how one would expect how I use them.

Random Leaf #490

How disturbingly disappointing these are.

Random Leaf #489

Perhaps I've long ago forgotten how. Or I never really learned how to use them. They serve, mainly, for decoration, nowadays, nothing else.

Random Leaf #488

"Why do know a lot about the sky, when all your life you've been circling this forest."

"I do wonder sometimes why I have wings and chose not to fly."

Randokm Leaf #487

We get to decide, much like the sky, whether we have eyes be likes stars or our judgment be clouded.

Random Leaf #486

There exists both or either the stars and the clouds within our eyes. Sometimes at the same time and usually there too are times when only one appears.

Random Leaf #485

For the leaves sees the sky above us and the sky within us.

Random Leaf #484

And in case rain comes, the leaves, no matter how tiny and somewhat fragile they may seem, they will catch your tears. Hear them out and make them nutrient along with the sunlight you usually emmanates.

Random Leaf #483

"I never lie" lied the hero. It was an impossible promise he always say. And each time, he breaks then fixes his heart.

Random Leaf #482

May dreams one die be lies turned truth. In order for each of us to reach something far and great, somewhere, right now to each of us unreachable and impossible.

Random Leaf #481

May lies ever provife a better outcome than the reality we are in.

Random Leaf #480

I do wonder, though, sometimes. Will there still ever be an clearing somewhere. Somewhere I could finally see you again or at the very least, show me stars hidden beneath the leaves or clouds spelling rain.

Random Leaf #479

Unfortunately, all I have to accompany me with are regrets.

Random Leaf #478

And there you're left behind. Along with memories.

Random Leaf #477

And perhaps I already did, one time.

Random Leaf #476

Conpared to the real masters, a forest nothing compared to the worlds they made.

Random Leaf #475

Or be it as it may, I'm the crazy one writing on these innocent leaves, hoping one day a forest emerge. And inside of it, or perhaps at the edge, you're waiting for me.

Random Leaf #474

Would these crazy leaves one day lead me to where you are?

Random Leaf #473

And for all I know, you are elsewhere and I am here.