My once shimmering golden mirage Now made me sick. I find myself burdened, and drowning in the pupils of her eyes the darkness swallows me as I arise to breath, but her voice keeps me breathless in defeat. It takes me , for now all I see is blue, I look down, but never like this where my head stays buried, Underneath what I thought I had. But what do we truly have? Things we can touch grasp feeling from, for what if we could not feel with the tool of our bodies. What if we only had soul , because being able to see is like a blind man leading a blind man. Were no truly knows how to lead. We must overwhelm ourselves with feelings of things not touched , but reached for. Things unseen , but hoped for. Whispers of promises you kept deeply in your darkest points . Secretly seeking the unspoken truth of never giving up. Which makes you push to get away from the pain of the physical , searching for the answer of the spirit that wants nothing more then to be released . Only summoned by you, only thought of by you, only able to be led by you. We all are yous!! But once we sept beyond the faint giant of accepting you. We find that you was always me, and me was always in the image of you!
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 20:57:10 +0000