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.

How do you imagine infinity?

With the innocence of a child we imparted ourselves to glance at the world.
We shared our dreams whispering our demands and deeds to people we just met, because everyone was a stranger but also a potential companion. We had the courage to climb trees were the top was out of our sight.

We felt shame when we hurt someone and therefor shared our tears with those. We talked to animals, as they were our equals.
 We felt rich with a few coins and the sweets we bought with them was experienced and never regretted.

We were thrilled of every trifling achievement, even if the letters that we wrote our names with could only be read by us. We believed we all were artists, writers and singers.

We made up languages and friends that only we could understand and see because our imagination said that the power of our thoughts was making anything possible.

When somebody asked us what we wanted to become when we grew up we told him or her the profession that we admired not what gave us financial security.

Grown ups blame the world for being hard to them claiming children are inexperienced.

But the truth is the world has always stayed bigger than our imagination. And what we knew as children and have been forgotten now is that there is always more, out of our sight and sometimes we have to climb the tree even if we don’t know if we might fall, even if we cant see the top, only because of the excitement to climb. 

Just because our feet stopped growing doesn’t mean our footsteps did or ever will be.

Special cases

In a world of changes we are forced to face huge barriers, not only in our lifestyle but also in our hearts and minds. We fear the power of the restless searching for our aims. Life is a continues search for a target that is too abstract to put in words. Some people go through life simple and happy, others struggle to stay alive for the next day and we are those who are still searching. The needs to explore and learn are eating us from the inside and make us wild and untouchable. Easily attached to people and an environment but also quick if changes are required. The calmness and happiness are reflected on the outside while the inner war is hidden inside. A battle we cannot explain in words but the reason that we separate ourselves from society. It is not misery it is how we want it. We see with other eyes, we analyze and translate it to reality. Thoughts are carefully separated from the rest of society, not because it is a secret but because the knowledge is too real to face among people.

Love

Love is an equation without logic, one becomes two, two become one, one becomes four. Four for the battle each individual fight in themselves to make the right choices between the one and the two.

What is not told cannot be forced and time will tell if it will divide the one in two because of it, or make it stronger.

Would you let your soul get to know hell if it meant one day you can reach heaven together?

One for all.                      

Make mistakes

Our mistakes are not our shield to hide behind when life test our courage. Our mistakes are the fuel, our own proof that there is an opposite that for every wrong, there is a right.

Along with the people nature changes, demands changes, preferences change, we can not hold on to the roots we planted with those who raised us or we will only remain an eco for our future and children.

The dream is never the genuine accomplishment; it is the passageway for it. 

If we would achieve our dream and not create new ones there would not be any reason for us to endure learning.

Our achievement can be short-lived while our mistakes have shaped us, for the better. 

Mistakes are considered, discussed and allow us to see with the eyes of those who blame us. The consequences are learned and carved in stones, to become our scars and create our history.

Only questions without answers will make us strive further, hunger for more, keep our fire alive.

The knowledge that there is more that we yet have not discovered will make us forget age, commitments, temporary responsibilities, sorrows and restlessness.