Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

1) And you start to wonder who isn’t whoand who isn’t realand then you start to ask yourselfand you think even more . . .then you rethink about who told youthey “were there” of how they were on your sideand next, you realize who it wasand how they were never who they said they were. I swear the perfection of hindsightis incredible. I swear that hindsightis often enlightening, and sometimes punishing.But hindsight is always necessarybecause once you know, at least,you know I mean . . .It would be silly of usto plead ignorance to the same crime again. Right? 2) An old man told menever let someonewaste your time twice. I wondered about this and yesI inquired.He reassured me with another saying – He told me,“the first time someone hurts youor plays youor the first time something awfulor painful happens, I can say heyshame on them.The second time, I can only say hey . . .shame on me. The kind old man was scaredbecause his lifelong battleswounded him deeperthan the deepest river. Knives…