You’re beautiful and I’m not just saying words
All that has happened and is to come is not a mistake
The dreams you had as a child, have they come true?
Don’t let anyone tell you what you can and cannot do
Don’t let the pressure reduce you to a corner of your own life
Don’t dream small even though your minds eye fails to see farther
Live your life for you and no one else, all other things will fall into place.
Sacred to gain knowledge is how it should be and to learn, one must love discipline
It’s not okay to just study, you need to do the talk
Time waits for no one and two heads are better than one
Your friends point the world to who you are and so you need to choose wisely
Everyday will never be the same; it will always be new
So break out of the box, follow your heart and don’t be afraid to think
Picture; hole in my heart ministries
I hope the walls of feathers I’ve built around my heart come crashing down
I pray the well of love never runs dry
I pray the shadows around my fickle desires get blinded by the light
I hold the key to all my doors and I have the right to be who I want
It doesn’t matter what they see or say
Sometimes the only push we need is to realize who we really are and what we already have.
Comfort; the poison that drains us of growth
That zone where stagnation and order walk hand in hand, dancing away our time
It’s too easy to get caught up in the routine, the way things should be and the way it should remain
We all want certainty, predictable outcomes to how our life’s story unfolds
But the truth that’s bitter and ice cold is this; nothing worth drinking is ever drawn from the well of comfort
The things that change the future or rewrite history are never born from the conventional
Except you love to be stunted or are too afraid of chaos, run wild into complexity, stay there and you will grow.
When night comes and I lay down to rest
My mind begins the round the world guilt trip, every mistake, every flaw, every sad story replays before my very eyes, keeping them awake.
When eventually sleep comes and takes me away
My mind drifts into the rem, there were dreams come alive; blurry images, distorted, pale faces, made into a motion picture, giving my subconscious life.
When morning comes and the sun rises
My mind awakens to the endless cycle
The wheel turns and turns, keeping the pace with time and this is how it will be
But I have the power and so I choose the path for my thoughts to walk; this is freedom.
Life is real
The man in your dreams is you when you close your eyes
What we feel, what we breathe into our lungs
Is the reason we’re alive
We’re the chosen because we are the broken
We’re gifted with all we need
Don’t let the “things” distract you
You’re you now
You’re only you
Picture; Brain Pickings
Life will be life
Time will live on
Some days are this
Other days will be blue and that
Are you still waiting for a sign?
Take a step now; forward
Not cast down
Artwork by Cornelia Parker
As I grow I realize I’ll always be me. I’ll change, I’ll evolve but somehow I’ll still be the me that I’ve always known. Life is good, really good and the horizons have a hue that is cooler than blue and so we do our best, we wait and see. Eventually we’ll end up as stories told to those who have taken our place, again and the ignorance will continue. So do what you must but promise me you will never be a skyscraper but the sky itself.
Inspiration; Seventh day slumber- skyscraper
We’re like clouds
Coming and going
Amidst the crowds
We’re like waters flowing
Miracles are born and sadness for a moment dies
Treasures are found and secrets unraveled
Seeds are sown and above the blue we rise
Don’t give in now, this road others have traveled
Dry your eyes, wipe your tears
Get lost, find yourself first
Break the ice, climb these stairs
Be you, no more thirst
Picture; R. Janibey
Be the one that listens
the one that cares
everyone’s going through something
even the ones with the brightest smile
be the rainbow in another’s sky; be the good and not a lie
find your truth in their eyes
see them as you, as brother
share the gospel of patience
It will end so why are we running?
good things take time and life in its nature is sweeter than honey
fight for what you want, bleed for it
trust the universe, you’re not a mistake
show me your love; let me show you the love I know, the one with a familiar scent.