In the symphony of despair, where notes of surrender dance with shadows, I found strength cloaked in the tattered shreds of peace abandoned. The tongues of this world, like serpents, spew venomous songs that whisper deceit, claiming debts from a universe indifferent to pleas. It’s a cruel waltz, where love and loyalty are not commodities to be bought but treasures unearthed through deeds pure as moonlight on the darkest night.
Life, that callous puppeteer, pulls the strings of fate with a merciless grin, while death, a gentle undertaker, offers solace in the quiet reprieve. A heart of gold, elusive as the last ray of sunlight slipping beneath the horizon, evades eager hands in this labyrinth of existence. In the line of destiny, some are chosen to lead, while fools trail behind bleeding hearts, oblivious to the puppet strings entwined with fate.
Yet, in the silence between seconds, where time is a relentless executioner, there lies a sanctuary. Love and loyalty, elusive as the ghostly hues of a fading sunset, are not bartered but earned through the crucible of honest deeds. It’s a truth entwined within the tapestry of lies, a paradoxical dance where shadows and light find common ground, and the heart of gold, a rare gem, gleams within the recesses of our shared humanity.
Ricky Hurlich Shorts 