The trajectory can’t be changed,
Maybe interrupted.
Life passes before our eyes in
Rapid motion.
There is a new scar, a new problem
to solve.
The face in the mirror is still yours
and my king of pentacles is locked inside
his mysterious life.
Nothing makes sense as the sun
turns its dark side toward me.

Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. I cannot comment on this. It is a dark card from the other side. I can only turn the card down.