One day, when he’s older..

   
 
One day, it will cease to be enough.
He will grow tired of standing idlley by on street corners, discussing women, and decisions, and extorting politicians.

He will grow vision.

He will no longer be a victim of his environment, neither will his lust for life be filled by fleshy desires that tarnish the soul.

He will question the way in which he views women. He will cease seeing them as individuals, and therefore separate in his treatment of them, but he will come to understand that they all, are delicate beings.

And he will no longer have any harsh words for the ones who do not know their worth. He will see in them, his own crooked verbs, lies he once told that caused them hurt. The result of such a curse, he bears witness to.

And then this man will search for a woman, not a girl. With whom he can correct his crooked world, avert his nerves..

Should he be so lucky, through her, he can learn.
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