Flowers For Serath #2
#2 of Flowers For Serath
A thought on being used by people who do not care. fake friends as they are called
You have used me enough and I am done with you. You can not further your own life through me. You deal in the material and that Is all you care about. I am tired of being used and I can not afford your friendship. You have pushed me away and I do not want to come closer. You never have thanked me or tried to pay me back in any means. I am tired tattered and worn in the wind like a battle flag held high after the defeat of a great army its soldiers dead and dying. This is how my soul feels. You do not control me any longer. I will continue on to do my best to survive.
He tries to be his best but is often beaten down and used. He is the modern man trying to be helpful in a selfish world. It makes him lose himself in the confusion and hurry of things that really do not matter. He has forgiven those who have used him, taken his generosity for granted and used up his kindness. People, so called friends seeking more material things they do not need and worthless possessions clutter and distract from the true goal of happiness and contentment. Find your happiness in the stars of the sky and the birds of the air. In the wind blowing through the blades of grass at your feet. It has all been created for you long ago for you to dwell upon and surrender your worries and fears unto it so you may attain personal nirvana