Mt. Abraxas

They don’t know.

They don’t feel.

They don’t hallucinate.

They have their own truth.

But you don’t judge. You don’t criticize.

You understand them. 

I am asking only, if you have ever told them your own truth?

Your truth pure as snow.

Can you remember their eyes of fear when they have listened it?

Have you ever felt like an earthquake shaking the grounds of boredom?

Have you ever dreamed of being a fire in the woods burning all the dead wood?

Save yourself from regrets.

Give them your wisdom.

Give them your art.

Cause they don’t know.

And their ignorance plays full screen in their eyes.

They don’t know.

But you do.

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