Who knows these things...
Everything comes softly, sweetly and silently. Treading on ice, usually thin ice. Waiting, in trepidation to crash. Fall and drown. Reaching. Gasping for air. In fragments between seconds, between time as we know it. For lack of a better word, a moment. Though I imagine it to be significantly shorter. It is the instant of truth...
Face the drama, the music, or whatever you wan to call it. In the middle of the turmoil and confusion. In the eye of it. Small, shining, piercing. There is the tiniest of glimmers, of the greatest of beacons. Where the universe aligns and doubt is no longer lingering.
These tiny moments of freedom are where I believe the soul is truly alive. Truly free, in the state it was meant to be in. Where it longs outward, and makes everything in effect seem so minuscule and meaningless. It longs to leave and be free. Like water draws to water, I feel my soul calling out into the unknown, into the depths of the universe. To belong, to the vast expanse of space, that makes trifles of time.
I doubt anybody would understand, but I know that there is more out there. Emptiness and nothingness is a part of a greater and magnificent order. Rather than the absence of being. And my soul is a part of that.
Maybe thats why people cant be alone. Souls are like water and drawn to one another. When the viscosity of two souls are similar, we feel an attraction to one another. The resounding confusion is due to our being in parts finite and infinite. To want something that we can not achieve, and to believe what we want is the simplest of things. Marriage, a life long companionship and trust.
Our souls yearn for the infinite, never ending, as the symbol of the ring, and our bodies yearn for the initial instant gratification, like the sparkle and shine of a diamond. I think this is the best I can explain it.
I feel like I'm playing a rigged game of cards. Where neither winning nor losing makes a difference. Where we were set up from the start.
The world is not really an ugly place. It is infinitely beautiful. Sometimes, we just forget to associate beauty with danger.
Face the drama, the music, or whatever you wan to call it. In the middle of the turmoil and confusion. In the eye of it. Small, shining, piercing. There is the tiniest of glimmers, of the greatest of beacons. Where the universe aligns and doubt is no longer lingering.
These tiny moments of freedom are where I believe the soul is truly alive. Truly free, in the state it was meant to be in. Where it longs outward, and makes everything in effect seem so minuscule and meaningless. It longs to leave and be free. Like water draws to water, I feel my soul calling out into the unknown, into the depths of the universe. To belong, to the vast expanse of space, that makes trifles of time.
I doubt anybody would understand, but I know that there is more out there. Emptiness and nothingness is a part of a greater and magnificent order. Rather than the absence of being. And my soul is a part of that.
Maybe thats why people cant be alone. Souls are like water and drawn to one another. When the viscosity of two souls are similar, we feel an attraction to one another. The resounding confusion is due to our being in parts finite and infinite. To want something that we can not achieve, and to believe what we want is the simplest of things. Marriage, a life long companionship and trust.
Our souls yearn for the infinite, never ending, as the symbol of the ring, and our bodies yearn for the initial instant gratification, like the sparkle and shine of a diamond. I think this is the best I can explain it.
I feel like I'm playing a rigged game of cards. Where neither winning nor losing makes a difference. Where we were set up from the start.
The world is not really an ugly place. It is infinitely beautiful. Sometimes, we just forget to associate beauty with danger.
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