Snakes Skin

‘True happiness is only real when shared’- ?

Mans enlightenment lies within oneself. Of course, a blind eye is usually turned to this with most. Acceptance is a fragile, bitter truth one hates, and in this, one finds peace. But a blunt, angry scream in our face is good for us. If one does truly realize what would make them happy, explosions of emotions would invade out hypocrisy and over-run our illusion in lust for control. And this love, this overwhelming fate full of disaster called life, direct love! decimates false identity.
Or so, we hope.
WE AT LEAST WISH THAT WE WOULD HOPE.
But I would still like to stride towards this intimate, exciting escapade for what I would like to call my highest truth. I would like to whisper words of wisdom, but is difficult when I myself would like to hear gentle words spoken to me. But as I believe I have learned, words read or heard or spoken are merely steps in a ladder for what I wish to breathe in as purest love.

Kings are still men.