Dreams
What can one say when it feels like you are ungrateful for all you have, even though all you ask of God is to have some sympathy on you because it IS possible that at some point, your life has enough problems to be deemed "difficult", and at that point someone, anyone, just give you a break?
Why is it that at many times in your life when there is just too much going on, and you feel that unless you allow yourslef to reveal your life to the one that you feel closest to, your secret and that flame which burns so brightly will surely consume you, and then you will be nothing more than burning ashes, being scattered in all directions to the wind and the world?
Many times, I sit and I think about how hard life is becoming and where exactly it is that I am going. I feel like I don't know what I am doing anymore and that I am just walking through life, walking on a straight road, the destination of which I am unaware. Some of the events and occurences that take place in my life make me reevaluate the importance that I have placed on my life.
Sometimes it feels emotionally impossible to go on anymore, it feels like the world just wants me to crumble in and that there is nothing and no one to pull me out. The deeper I fall into the deep dark abyss that is my life, the more the invisible hands push me in. I hear the laughter, the cruel laughter, it resonates in my ears and around my being like my soul wraps around the core of my breath. My soul is what I live for now, because I know that God must have placed something good there or else he would not have made me to run for so long. There must be a point to my existence, but I still do not know what or where it is.
There is one that I await, who will take me away from the misery of this life and show me the colors of the rainbow, who will show me just what it means to be truly happy. It will be when I look deep into his eyes that all the dreams that have ever come into my sleep, those that I have seen even when I am awake because his presence occupies my thoughts whether I am awake or asleep, whether I am alive or dead. I wait for you, and will continue to do so until the moment when the last breath is stolen from me and I am stolen from you.
Why is it that at many times in your life when there is just too much going on, and you feel that unless you allow yourslef to reveal your life to the one that you feel closest to, your secret and that flame which burns so brightly will surely consume you, and then you will be nothing more than burning ashes, being scattered in all directions to the wind and the world?
Many times, I sit and I think about how hard life is becoming and where exactly it is that I am going. I feel like I don't know what I am doing anymore and that I am just walking through life, walking on a straight road, the destination of which I am unaware. Some of the events and occurences that take place in my life make me reevaluate the importance that I have placed on my life.
Sometimes it feels emotionally impossible to go on anymore, it feels like the world just wants me to crumble in and that there is nothing and no one to pull me out. The deeper I fall into the deep dark abyss that is my life, the more the invisible hands push me in. I hear the laughter, the cruel laughter, it resonates in my ears and around my being like my soul wraps around the core of my breath. My soul is what I live for now, because I know that God must have placed something good there or else he would not have made me to run for so long. There must be a point to my existence, but I still do not know what or where it is.
There is one that I await, who will take me away from the misery of this life and show me the colors of the rainbow, who will show me just what it means to be truly happy. It will be when I look deep into his eyes that all the dreams that have ever come into my sleep, those that I have seen even when I am awake because his presence occupies my thoughts whether I am awake or asleep, whether I am alive or dead. I wait for you, and will continue to do so until the moment when the last breath is stolen from me and I am stolen from you.
posted by Truth at 9:50 PM
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