Cryptic Words and Hidden Letters

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:: 2009, Blue tiles

Ilaria,

Walk on a path with traces of footsteps, but make it powerful enough so no one could ever step into it ever again, unless you allow them to do so. You became a piece of dust in everyone's eyes when they expected you to be a model angel. But you're not as innocent as you may look like. You push people until they cry, you love their shouts and anger, with eyes piercing hatred towards you. You witnessed pleasure beside your small house of blankets every night, melodies of pain with moans of desire. Inside a young mind rests a wild thoughts, slowly becoming the evil of the world.

I should have taken care your sweet and candid innocence. Choose your friends, make enemies, and let the flow decides who are the trusted ones in your circle. Perish the fake ones, treasure those real. Life isn't short, it is actually long enough for you to experience what you really want and be the person you perceived to be. Enjoy while you still can and don't wait for the regret to haunt you down forever.

a tragedy of temptation,
and the mischievous cries of pleasure—
arises a hope of her own generation,
preparing for a prey to capture.

:: Bliss