Aug 2015
For everything a reason. Our universe within this mind will go forth eternal. His struggles are far from over. The addiction was not able to corrupt him so. His new found light was able to shine it all away. Its then I come to a realization of who I am in all this. I was his light all along. And he has forgiven his self for not believing in the terror he went through that night. I have found the memory of what happen to him. On what happen to all of us. This memory is a lone star outside of all other galaxies that exist within. My celestial star owls dare not venture close. But I must return to this memory. Because the memory is me. I will share such a memory with you.
On April 7th 1984, I was born. My mother and father held me close and gave to me warmth and love. My fathers eyes looked to me with pride and unconditional love. My mothers eyes look to me with love and endless worry. My mothers light was as bright as any sun I have ever seen. She contained a belief that was unparalleled by any. My fathers light shined beautifully with a perfect balance. One dark day my mothers brightness took her over. She loved me so much that she did not want me to experience any form of sin and darkness. That I could be part of an endless heaven if I was to go while I was pure. There was a ****** into the light that night. A ****** that would forever grant me passage to a heaven and beyond she believed existed. He found us that night when he got home. It was the end of him. It was the end of his belief. My mother smiled at him and said she will forever be in a better place. He turned to drugs to numb the pain. The only glow of belief he had left was not to take is own life. For there may be a chance he may be able to see me again. And he was right. We battled the addiction together. We believed in the light together again. He knew then I still existed somewhere. And that one day he will see me again. It will be the day when he breathes in the light... My name is Hope.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKqgE8z7PcA
On April 7th 1984, I was born. My mother and father held me close and gave to me warmth and love. My fathers eyes looked to me with pride and unconditional love. My mothers eyes look to me with love and endless worry. My mothers light was as bright as any sun I have ever seen. She contained a belief that was unparalleled by any. My fathers light shined beautifully with a perfect balance. One dark day my mothers brightness took her over. She loved me so much that she did not want me to experience any form of sin and darkness. That I could be part of an endless heaven if I was to go while I was pure. There was a ****** into the light that night. A ****** that would forever grant me passage to a heaven and beyond she believed existed. He found us that night when he got home. It was the end of him. It was the end of his belief. My mother smiled at him and said she will forever be in a better place. He turned to drugs to numb the pain. The only glow of belief he had left was not to take is own life. For there may be a chance he may be able to see me again. And he was right. We battled the addiction together. We believed in the light together again. He knew then I still existed somewhere. And that one day he will see me again. It will be the day when he breathes in the light... My name is Hope.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKqgE8z7PcA
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