Today I smiled at the thought of deserts consuming entire cities.
It’s not up to you to fix what you did not break. It’s not up to you to chase what does not want to be followed nor to lose your peace for those with no peace in their hearts.
What you’re meant to do is to live well and freely without shackles imposed on you by others. You are meant to cut the threads connecting their words to your head so that you may think truly without their hidden agendas influencing your actions.
You don’t deserve a half-baked innocence.
I don’t take drastic measures, they must seem that way. I only take measures to reach what I hope to achieve. Last year I learned when I should cut back the ill growth of this fragrant rose bush that I am trying to cultivate. I have already learned this year when to let go of leaves that are meant to fall. For the greater good, I make choices because there is no point in holding on to thinly dangling foliage. I have also been in the process of learning how to fertilize and in learning when it is necessary to cut back excessive growth–My roots dig in deeper into this rich soil. It is all love in this horizon; it’s just that love sometimes might hurt a little in some places. I hope I have the willpower to heed the words of the wise and the courage to stand alone as I cultivate this Golden Celebration.
What if you were the bible verse that I would read
If I were hurting
But the last thought
As everything fell in place?
It kills me to think that maybe,
Just maybe, I was hanging on
Like an ant on some driftwood
While I waited to reach the shore.
I am the sunshine and you, the falling snow. I will always be here tomorrow, but with you, we’ll never know.
You set the locks, there were no keys so will you ever ram into me?
Tonight I waited, next morning waned while you inflicted your icy pain.
I begged you listen, you shut me out and that’s when I remembered what you’re about.