I have lost track of all the days I have wandered aimlessly, eyes drained of tears and body depleted of energy.
My heart tells me to keep going, but my mind tells me to back down, give up.
The dreams of the fallen have shattered in front of my eyes.
Like their dreams, my heart broke along with them. I lost myself.
I lost myself only to be found again. I found myself in the spirit in blue.
I stumbled upon a blue orb in the grass today.
Infinite beauty is she. Balanced power adds he.
It was as though the orb was there, waiting for me the whole entire time.
Am I really worthy of the orb’s eternal power?
As I stood in the early evening dusk on my skin I felt something, perhaps a gentle breeze whirr past my ear… “Take the orb my dear, it is yours”.
A great jolt of energy shot up from my feet through my head. With every fiber of my being ignited, I knew exactly what needed to be done.
I swiftly grabbed the orb from the grass and ran off with it into the twilight.
Do small things matter?
I thought they got in the way.
Maybe I was wrong.
Big things are made from small things.
Faith is a big thing.
Faith depends on smaller things.
Small things do matter.
They make up the big picture.
Small things are good too.
Both words start with ‘F’.
Both words can have an impact.
One is positive.
The other is negative.
Which do you prefer?
Faith will bring the best results.
Hold on to it tight.
Don’t let go of your own faith.
Faith has no reason.
It doesn’t make miracles.
However, faith does.
Faith and reason aren’t the same.
Reason is logic.
Logic doesn’t bring the light.
Only faith brings it.
I wish, I wish I was a fish.
I could be a steak, a shish kabob, the perfect, perfect dish.
There is only one reason I ever so wish to make this wish.
The reason is hope.
There are so many days where I find it hard to cope.
I try not to say things out of anger, for it makes me want to wash my mouth out with soap.
Instead I’ll hold onto hope, which stems from love.
Sometimes I need a sign; pennies, a hug, a white dove from above.
Anger and frustration won’t help, nor would a push or a shove.
This may sound goofy, but as I stand here tonight I swear.
I make a wish and send it to an angel above, to someone who might care.
I know my wish will come true, because I know you’ll always be there.
So on this very night, I send my wishes to the angels and light beings above.
I’m sure one day I’ll get to see my wish form from the brightest star above.
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via Thoughts #1032 — emotionsoflife2016
What am I to you?
Label or passion? Label or contraption? Labeled or faced with dissatisfaction?
Am I a lover of the rain; or a Pluviophite?
Am I a lover of the storming skies; or a Ceraunophiliac?
Am I a lover of darkness; or a Nyctophiliac?
What do you see? What do you fear? What do you know? What labels suit you?
Are titles as safe as the blanket that keeps you warm in bed?
Do categorization make you feel invincible from all evils and bullet proof?
Do pre-made cookies for society make the world go round in your eyes?
Well, I wish you the best of luck in life.
Only a few can go back from the mindset from their pasts to find the truth in the future.