everything hurts but not in the sad way you think everything hurts because nothing wonderful is curated without a little bit of pain the pain is the fuel which leads you to light or maybe that’s all my life has ever been a journey back to heaven i always mix up anxiety and adrenaline everyday is another day i can’t believe i made i was born a melody but life transitioned me into a serenade love is the only thing that overcomes the pain i live for glimpses of it it passes through fast like the sparkles when the sun hits the sea and in those moments i feel free the warmth i felt for all the times my heart sang it’s hurts to use my senses at times i ache and i cry but i know bliss will soon tell me why a kiss for today, and a kiss for forever for now i love the universe until he tells me it’s time
the sailing stones were thought to be a phenomenon it was incomprehensible that a rock the inanimate of all inanimates should show signs of movement here was mystique here was mystery perhaps a message left by cosmic energies or higher beings undecipherable unexplainable there could have been beauty in never knowing in letting the idea remain pure untainted restorative
alas we cannot bear the unexplained; where the miraculous is founded in uncertainty we must probe and pry until an answer is found whether for benefit betterment or hindrance
perhaps a balance can be found between the known and what remains acceptably unknown before the intrigue and enchantment are marred by the bland the sterile the prosaic
Push and Pull. Acting the fool. Sick and tired. Done with the bull...
Its time to be honest. Haven't done that in the longest... Its one of many, A failed promise.
We each had our role. Both digging into that hole. These things, chip away the mind and soul.
Gentleness sometimes gives way to resolve.
Kind words are a pleasure. Given in truth an absolute treasure. Although we don't always have it altogether. Somehow we manage to storm the weather.
we each have our story and play dual roles. Everything is a matter of perspective. We are both antagonist and protagonist. That what i wanted to capture in this. Haven't completely cracked it but this is my best for now. Hope you enjoyed :)
Learning the lessons that happened before as they come round again in various forms. Same faces and places setting up themes, we don't always see the patterns between. Trends tend to reset and test us again, emotions take hold but not as our friend. Sunk in a cycle of continuous loops, failing to think they may hold just one truth.
Decisions of a short-term visionary, skewed and responsive to his or her needs. This irreverent mist often follows a dip, perspective changes a clouded verdict. Crystal clarity can skip our reality as permissions transition beyond each dream, when we look to our heroes who sit at the peak.