One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice-though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
but little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,determined to do
the only thing you could do
determined to save
the only life you could save
Artist Creates Characters Based On The Faces He Sees On Inanimate Objects - Pareidolia is a ten dollar word for the psychological phenomenon that makes us see faces on inanimate objects- it's something we all experience from time...
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