And as crazy as it sounds I haven't looked up at the sky in awhile I was so consumed by the stress of living that I forgot how small I am How small we all are at first that sounds depressing but then you find some sort of relief in it. Being so small makes you realize that all the problems aren't so big after all Those problems aren't anything to lose sleep over Those problems aren't anything when you look up at the sky and realize how small you are .
This tidal wave of emotion came sweeping down upon me it drowned me and swept me out to sea and dragged me down to the bottom I laid there lifelessly and let it control me as it swayed me up and down and let me stray farther and farther a few years later it began to **** me and i started to lose grip of reality till finally It hit me So hard that I realized I was in control that no matter how big of a wave or the currents pull I can escape and rearrage where the tidal wave goes
Although I know that you are hurting and you feel that life wont get better I am here for your comforting to warm your heart like a Christmas sweater this is a lot to deal with, trust me i know but in the end this too shall pass like a blizard of cold painful snow you can and you will make it through this moment of **** and I will be with you to retell the whole story and how hard to my hand you held
Christmas Eve is in the air smells like pine and i can hear the reading of the lords prayer though, no snow is upon the ground it feels so joyous all around with the scent of sugar cookies and Winter Breaks game of Hooky the presents lay under the tree and the mistle toe hangs above you and me love wraps us in a warm blanket as the New Year approches in days, i can taste it Tonight I shall hardly sleep with the jidders of a childs feelings of Christmas Eve the tiny belief of Santa Claus still dwindles as the though of a fluffy man in a red suit kindles as he will plop down my chimney with a bag filled with hope and present swag oh dear i can hardly wait for the great Christmas that i anticipate
The small size of an ant is determined to lift a branch times two of its size no matter what the ant still tries it tugs and pulls and cries and finally its determination makes it thrive well why is it that I ,much larger than a ant, cannot lift a single branch of determination why is it we give up after the first tug? Is it because we have no desire like the bug? We must not want it quite enough if we wanted it like the bug we would have it by the first tug
Some say the the end is near inwhich so,they live in fear others repeat repent of your sins while others just dont give in I in which, do believe but care not so to let it trap me from living my life day to day Whenever it ends I will be okay because I am not frightened, I am not presured I have seized the day and will live my happily ever after
dripping from branch of your eyelashes falling to the ground in violent crashes the salty taste is of your own tear of fear of being all alone the atmosphere booms with destruction as the sky pours a unworldy ocean the heavy dew becomes one with you and your tears cause you to grow in becoming fear of this empty world we all live your woe is for the wonder of how to forgive you take a look all around and see there is no one to be found you are all alone in this world and your mind is twirled because the reason you are alone once again is because you have never learn how to forgive