I was a teenage nihilist, until I grew, as branches toward the sky, and I realized true Love was my atavist. I thought I lost the burning light of life until I found its warmth once more. Sovereign and soft to the touch. Not a cancer, not a crutch. Brighter than sunbeams painting the plain wallls of my dusty house on those quaint autumn afternoons, such a dull shade of gold and greatness. Such a shimmer for the season of shifting colors. The ceremony of the passing. from green to orange to red to brown to black. From Birth to life to death to dirt and back to Gaia from whence we all came. And As the universe hums such a romantic tune, do not be ashamed when it grabs ahold of you and exposes your scars of a time now passed, now stand up in pride and scream "ive found solace in the lessons, I've found hope within the darkness at last. Now the light of love shines through me." now observe your breathes and learn to let go.
Soon,
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