When the day breaks into, the shadows become like a memory. The sun gleans its active role in laying to waste the night before.
We rise from our slumber ready for anew day of untold adventures! Exploring of all that is possible, yet unseen by the naked eye of truth.
Children harbor and innocent knowing, yet not telling another living soul until it has had a chance to suffer the pangs of someone else's sorrows.
When the shadows flee away, you are only left with three things; food, shelter and love. So, what the hell are we fighting for? Everything being here always, not to be governed by man.
So, express your shadow self once and for all.
About the Creator
Hoyt Douglas Battles
The reluctant writer emerges from the thicket of discontent wanting to scold society for the lies and deceit.
Unsure of his methods, he embraces his individual excellence and immeadiately received an offer to publish his very first novel!
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