Sometimes however far we run,
the pain will always follow us

The truth is...

We all suffer from illusions of reality
And the facts of life,
But the choice is ours
As to whether we would like to gain sympathy
From our stories
Or
Fake our happiness
Or
Whether we take that pain
And turn it into a torch that will forever burn
And help someone lead their way
In their own story...

Time feels infinite
except when we are together,
it's fleeting just as the sun rises and falls
but always beautiful each time.
Can we make our together
infinite?

Today.
Are we going to burn so
bright we put the sun to shame
Or
Are we burning the towns and making everyone run in fear.

I ask her.
How are you so strong?
She answers.
You stay strong for those who matter.
I ask her.
What do you think beauty is?
She answers.
My children.
I watch her.
She sits there with her cold cup of tea.
Staring out the window.
Drip                      
Drip
                      Drip
The rain falls slowly.
Slowly consuming her thoughts.
You know what’s beautiful God?
It isn’t us.
It’s her.
My Mother.
I always wonder if it’s possible to love someone so much it consumes you.
Just how the rain is consuming her.
I keep watching her.
She turns and smiles at me.
And I realise.
She looks at me the same way she looks at the rain.
With an all-consuming love.