Everyone has moments of disparaging fortitude, we have
to go on in spite of them.
Looking through tears of our heart is good, we can
learn from them, but care must be exercised so we are
not ruled by the darkness within our minds.
Like shadows flitting in and out with the sun and evening moon, melancholic thoughts do the same.
Stay strong, don’t lose hope, live through it courageously
and you will soon see life is blossoming beauty a little
more often.
Procumbent ideas lying upon a rock of indecision,hoping to be chosen in a pompous style of reformation.Soundless resonant beauty is being asphyxiated bystifling foraging of meanings beyond knowledge and it’sreason.
Lassoing many a tune and attaching each one to an image that I remember in depth.Blooming thoughts sending scents of remembering to my mind, giving me joy on saddened days of recollection and sensing detailed descriptions of all my favorite things.
Suggesting interiorly, ways to find peace on earth without following footsteps of others before me.
Precious to those who love me and want selfishly to keep me here with them, alive.
Saturating the beauty so it will never be dried out or flaked away like stale snow in the darkened nights of life’s grief.
