i write with a lustrous pen but my thoughts are grey..my words have meaning but seldom understood..I am a hypocrite but an honest one... My days have sometimes overflowed with pain and anguish with no one to save me from my growing insanity..they have been marked with periods of happiness and achievements too, a growing euphoria and hints of narcissism... I have had dearly beloved souls surround me and i have bid farewell to many.. I have met cold hearts that needed to be thawed, I have met blind ones that denied the existence of beauty. Experience murdered my naivety and struggle gave strength to my withering existence. A trained soldier, carrying an indifferent attitude by day; a fragile lonesome nightingale by night, I have lived my days..hoping, dreaming wishing.. yet letting go when reality hit between the eyes.. It is time for you and I to sit with our coffee mugs out in an orchard of fruits and singing birds, look up at the heavens with a bittersweet smile and let our memories replay... It is time for you and I to pause our race and catch our breath..to savor and appreciate our aging soul severed with scars and our increasing intelligent dictated by lifes lessons.. And truly if there were genies in magic lamps, I would ask one to let me re-live my life, not to take different roads or to avoid regrets but to experience the entire ride again.. Poverty has made me a skillful survivor, rough waters have taught me tricks to ride waves and broken roads have made me appreciate the wisdom of a bare-foot traveler.. and i know that it still isnt quite over, but its the evening of a new born spring, so lets pause and the the time to appreciate fragile life begin, acknowledge the colors around and review our responsibilities and roles before you and I...begin to fight our battles, begin to run our rack against time and passing opportunities..
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 19:27:52 +0000
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