We've lost sight.
Lost sight of how easy it really is.
Lost sight of how magical and wondrous we really are.
This power, to speak these words...
to form thoughts into coherent communication,
Organizing all this Chaos.
We've all done it and I'm not going to stand here pretending I am perfect.
I am not.
It is so easy to come up with negative things, always putting people down,
Helping each other dig ourselves 6 feet under before our hearts even stop beating.
Each time words were twisted into hate,
you sat along while others made noises you only assumed were joy,
you cried yourself to sleep,
your only wish to not continue the day... and not to start a new one.
Each time a shovel full of dirt...
Each time the heart beats faint...
Softer,
Quieter,
Muffled.
until you can no longer see, hear, feel it. Gone.
Such a strange place to be;
You know you exist, you are here, breathing. "alive".
But you do not feel,
do not laugh,
do not smile,
do not feel anger, joy sad, longing, love...
You do not feel.
You do not.
There's not even a void, because a void insists something is missing, something needs to be replaced, something needs to be refilled and all shall return to normal.
That is not the way this works, it will never be the way this works.
There is nothing to fill,
No Void.
Just the hallowed out shell of who you once were when you were happy, when you were yourself.
before everything told you it is not O.K to be who you are.
You emptied yourself, decided to start new, build yourself to 'welcome'.
But You could not find anything else worthwhile to put on your shelves.
To decorate your walls,
To fulfill or to satisfy.
So now we're just a shell...
Can't put anything back in because we've been told it's not allowed,
Not right,
Wrong.
And nothing new to put inside.
For years we wander blindly, searching for new things to fill ourselves with,
New morals, goals, ideals, an entire new way of life and thinking.
Only years later to discover we never should have abandoned those original beautiful thoughts.
Because maybe we're just ahead of our time,
This immense tool we have at our disposal; we Respect.
We choose our words and construct them so meaning is not lost or altered.
Do not speak unless it is with the
Air beneath my wings, and a birds song in my heart...
Because I want to recharge you, re-energize you, restore your faith in humanity, in my generation
I want to be the reason you cannot stop smiling that day,
But you cannot figure out why.
Small words and actions can carry the largest impact on a person's soul.
I've lived it.
Sometimes it was all that got me through.
The only reason to make it through the day.
It's not hard to be conscious, almost no effort required.
All you need is to want to be happy, positive...
Want others to smile and feel as you,
Others feel as you.
Then the negativity will cease to exist.