writing in red

The red lines reminds me of a time where that need nothing to be happy, every word was just a word, could mean nothing to me than his presence.
The fact that we are far means nothing, never really knowing that we share our ideas, fears and joys. We live very long under the same umbrella, protected by force majeure, which protects everyone.
Cling to the unseen powers that nothing can bring disappointment and delusion. Create worlds of perfect beings is mere illusion, to accept the faults of others, and we have ours!
The truth is not a part of the elephant as the six wise men have decreed, but in the seventh round as wise noted.
Only time we see what is behind us, what really matters, how wrong we are or certainly was.
I agree again with Nelson Rodrigues, "Young people, get old."