Characters
Characters lay upon each other. The ways of walking swerve only to correct the undone lines. The mind erases the questions as the day begins to take root.
Found are answers that have taken months to recognize. One by one we pick out the stranger pieces. Collecting some sort of statistics only to realize we are a part of the plot too.
This uncategorized shot in the dark. So much of us bruised or broken but we don't seem to notice until the scarring is proceeding. The ragged stretch of lines beaming straight up at us.
And what does this do to us? It invites us to maintain strength in the moments where broken seems as though giving up is nominated. Expected. Yet we can stand with firmness and address the battle wounds within ourselves.
This is the revealing sensation that propells us to grab the best parts of an ordeal and swing forward into the next steps. Ah and how do we do that?
Grit. Trust in self.
But where will it take us? Down a road that isn't smooth but worthwhile to walk it. No matter how slow we go nor how fast our steps overrun the territory we are still capable of surpassing all the failures and grievances. How?
Reality and Faith.
And what about today? It is the breath of fresh air that assaults your lungs. All demanding the crisp intake of the moment you are standing in. This tiny piece of your puzzle you didn't understand. The explosion of knowing deep within yourself just how much you are NOT broken. Maybe just sore. Maybe just weathered.
Still in these catching moments you find yourself asking questions you so badly want answers to, yet, no voice can speak up.
You find yourself being generous to those who know so little but still that does not stop you from pursuing this avenue. For it gives life meaning, to you.
Even somehow in the mind of your shattered thoughts you find yourself saying I did right, yet your heart asks - did you? Incapable of answering you shut it down. Acknowledging that some things on your plans or in your life don't need, necessarily, an answer.
With that you tell yourself all is well. Picking up the shards and sprinkling life with laughter and odd proclamations of love. But is it really that?
Even in your deepest thoughts, your crossed wires the unknown beats you down. But you don't take the steps. You just wipe it off the blackboard thinking out of sight out of mind. Yet it digs inside of you. This curious need to know.
But what do you do with this thirst?
Obviously you date it with something else. Not placing the reality in check, but replacing it with something you can settle for. Why?
Oh I can't answer your question. I can only answer mine. You have given me no inquisition for the sake of what scares you. That I understand. That I realized long ago.
I am an oddity that can't seem to sway on your words. I am this woman that wouldn't let you on completely. I was this unusual piece of earth that changed with time but could not inform you with the levels of seconds you needed.
That is a scare that can scar. A broken person can only feel deep sorrow inside. Yet I daresay you won't ever acknowledge that. And I get that.
But don't just settle. Unload the mind with real goals.
Yet the only tragedy in the matter is where you put yourself. The stretch of life can either be grand or it can grated. And as much as I would like to say I told you so, you do that enough to yourself.
My place is with me. Staying in my vicinity of walking. Slowly pulling my wary soul down my path. With less and less boulders.
But the remains of the bruises and the memories, the broken and battered every day scratchings only prove to ourselves just how much we have potential. The expansion within ourselves we can attain when we don't settle for milk when we prefer wine.
Just my way of saying we all come different life stanzas and we can all be together. Yet the demands of being unclear can damage us all. It's best to believe, to have faith and learn. Not just sitting while the wind overtakes us.
Yet if you understood me, your questions would have been answered long ago. For your voice would have spoken.
Found are answers that have taken months to recognize. One by one we pick out the stranger pieces. Collecting some sort of statistics only to realize we are a part of the plot too.
This uncategorized shot in the dark. So much of us bruised or broken but we don't seem to notice until the scarring is proceeding. The ragged stretch of lines beaming straight up at us.
And what does this do to us? It invites us to maintain strength in the moments where broken seems as though giving up is nominated. Expected. Yet we can stand with firmness and address the battle wounds within ourselves.
This is the revealing sensation that propells us to grab the best parts of an ordeal and swing forward into the next steps. Ah and how do we do that?
Grit. Trust in self.
But where will it take us? Down a road that isn't smooth but worthwhile to walk it. No matter how slow we go nor how fast our steps overrun the territory we are still capable of surpassing all the failures and grievances. How?
Reality and Faith.
And what about today? It is the breath of fresh air that assaults your lungs. All demanding the crisp intake of the moment you are standing in. This tiny piece of your puzzle you didn't understand. The explosion of knowing deep within yourself just how much you are NOT broken. Maybe just sore. Maybe just weathered.
Still in these catching moments you find yourself asking questions you so badly want answers to, yet, no voice can speak up.
You find yourself being generous to those who know so little but still that does not stop you from pursuing this avenue. For it gives life meaning, to you.
Even somehow in the mind of your shattered thoughts you find yourself saying I did right, yet your heart asks - did you? Incapable of answering you shut it down. Acknowledging that some things on your plans or in your life don't need, necessarily, an answer.
With that you tell yourself all is well. Picking up the shards and sprinkling life with laughter and odd proclamations of love. But is it really that?
Even in your deepest thoughts, your crossed wires the unknown beats you down. But you don't take the steps. You just wipe it off the blackboard thinking out of sight out of mind. Yet it digs inside of you. This curious need to know.
But what do you do with this thirst?
Obviously you date it with something else. Not placing the reality in check, but replacing it with something you can settle for. Why?
Oh I can't answer your question. I can only answer mine. You have given me no inquisition for the sake of what scares you. That I understand. That I realized long ago.
I am an oddity that can't seem to sway on your words. I am this woman that wouldn't let you on completely. I was this unusual piece of earth that changed with time but could not inform you with the levels of seconds you needed.
That is a scare that can scar. A broken person can only feel deep sorrow inside. Yet I daresay you won't ever acknowledge that. And I get that.
But don't just settle. Unload the mind with real goals.
Yet the only tragedy in the matter is where you put yourself. The stretch of life can either be grand or it can grated. And as much as I would like to say I told you so, you do that enough to yourself.
My place is with me. Staying in my vicinity of walking. Slowly pulling my wary soul down my path. With less and less boulders.
But the remains of the bruises and the memories, the broken and battered every day scratchings only prove to ourselves just how much we have potential. The expansion within ourselves we can attain when we don't settle for milk when we prefer wine.
Just my way of saying we all come different life stanzas and we can all be together. Yet the demands of being unclear can damage us all. It's best to believe, to have faith and learn. Not just sitting while the wind overtakes us.
Yet if you understood me, your questions would have been answered long ago. For your voice would have spoken.
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