A never occurred future

For each word I place on the paper, The heart tumbles to free itself

One chain after another breaks the links, They fall like feathers across a captured bird

I grasp the sun go up on a day, That was witnessed grayer than an undusted ledge

I understand I’ve been concealing from the light,Since the idea it would destruct

Like people who fear rain and shielding it with umbrellas. Why when it won’t harm us?

Rain brings peace not war, for nature to grow, to clean the dirt and vitalise our eyes.

The tingling in my eyes is the glow of my compassion, Tied once again to the field that empowers my environment. I eventually expose my eyes to stare out for nothing

Accepting that the passageway behind me has come to its ending era

Opening my arms to the mysterious, to the new obligations that arose with time.

I am thrilled to add a fresh presence with the ancient past to form a never occurred future.

Knowledge is out in the world not in our minds

I feel that grief goes hand in hand with our depiction of ourselves. The gloomier we get the more self-aware do we develop. We focus all our devotion on ourselves, we see the flaws clearer, we feel pain on higher radars and we overlook possessions, regularly becomes occasionally.

Gifts are given to us but maintaining them for their value is in our hands, a lifetime commitment that knowledge is out in the world not in our minds.

We fall 7 times and get up 8

I feel shame. The child that once wrote stories until midnight is staring at me through the thick glasses I’ve covered with dirt.I could say I’ve been busy, I could say there was no inspiration but the truth is I forgot my reason. But even then I mistreated my true believe that genuine desires has no reason..I didn’t write with a purpose, whatever I may have said after about inspiring others is validity not an aim. I composed because it was my way of breathing, how we inhaled was my words, the exhaling shaped my sentences.

I never actually stopped, many disputes have lined up in my head expecting for their presence to become authenticity and shine in the spotlight for a justified expanse of time.The marathon I’ve been running through has been full of emotions, but at some point I had to stop to take a breath and glance around.I am trying to breath with my words now; I am making myself listen to the pulse of what builds me blissful.