Like a rabbit, your actions are quick & swift; acting only in the interest of the rabbit. Then, like it's counterpart the tortoise, retreat into the shell of your words. Tangible, colorful, elaborate words. Empty words. Preconceived, prepared; practiced in the occurrence that you may need to talk your way out of a corner. A corner you backed yourself into. They lull the gullible, they sway the weak. But they won't penetrate the meek. For the meek know better than to rest their faith in only letters- irregardless of the intricacy of the speech. So jump back down the rabbit hole, where you seem to be much more comfortable. A den in the dirt that you've made home, you'll soon see- you are alone. For the bunker will house only one.
c.marie
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