She, that mountain and white doves.
My hearts broken.
My souls never been through such torture before.
It's easy to get into the zone. Simply think about the things that hurt the most. And yet, what am I to do? I've never tried so hard in my life to be perfect, so selfless. Maybe I did once, but I failed then, vowed never to. Patience runs thin, what feeds it is the godlike faith it could work. Dreams were never meant to pass into reality and when they do, it's so fragile. Breathe but a little and its dust could be blown into the wind. I fear the words I speak, the way my heart pulses so rapidly, how my soul grips its chains and pleads, screams for its freedom. Reigns that I hold, I feel the grip loosen, and it doesn't bring happiness, but grim pain because....
Because why is it so difficult?
Why?
Why be so afraid? Why be so difficult? Isn't life already so hard that you find it possible to make it so much more so? Isn't our existence so complicated and insane that a simple thing like this seems altogether so impossible?
"But right now, you and me here, put together entirely of atoms, sitting on this round rock with a core of liquid iron, held down by this force that seems to trouble you, called gravity, all the while spinning around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour and whizzing through the milkyway at 600,000 miles an hour in a universe that very well may be chasing its own tail at the speed of light; And admist all this frantic activity, fully cognisant of our own eminent demise - which is our own pretty way of saying we all know we're gonna die - We reach out to one another. Sometimes for the sake of entity, sometimes for reasons you're not old enough to understand yet, but a lot of the time we just reach out and expect nothing in return. Isn't that strange? Isn't that weird? Isn't that weird enough? The heck do ya need to be from Mars for? "
I'm reaching out to you. Take my hand.
Make this amazing journey come to life, give hope to everyone, that some dreams can come true.
If only you're willing to try.
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