Written Images.

     They claim they see a change, but my eyes are still clouded from the pain. They claim I needa stay the same, and grow from my past. I just learned from what she said, this time is my last. Keep my mouth shut? That’s a concept I won’t grasp. At least I see where I need to go, and who I need to turn to. There’s no meaning behind the feedback, they don’t really know. Yet I’m the one in my shoes, in my position you wouldn’t have a clue. I’ll teach you the rules show you the roles you need to play, because as much as they say take it day by day, take my info now, and make that change, take that leap and spread your wings. Head up, arms open. Heart shut, mind outspoken. Lips sealed, thoughts unveiled. The quiet teachings of life; are revealed.

P.S. This is Nyat, the writer of Written Images.