Wednesday, May 6, 2015
just another jar of thyme preserves...
Bugs fly silently as words fail. I stare through dark sunglasses, trying to find the soul hidden in darkness. We're so similar, yet not at all. To be or not to be. We get up; walk down a wooded path; blow dandelions like carefree children. And yet, in a way, it feels like a farce. We're not children, and we'll never return to the innocence of our youth. Our antics belie our reality. Time feels frozen, but I know this moment will end. The downy seeds that sprung from canary yellow will be swept away by the winds of time, of life, of fate.
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Wow.
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If you can't say anything polite don't say anything at all.
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When you feel that darkness, so all consuming in its emptiness, the best way to find a light to guide your way and a soul to help you feel is to think of the things and people that you love. The good and inspiring moments that makes everything worth it. Things change and children grow up as they should, innocence isn't lost either, it just changes into wisdom, a greater understanding of life, its beauty and how valuable all of our experiences are, the good and the bad. Most importantly though that innocence changes into courage if you let it to continue growing into the beautiful, amazing and wonderful person that you are.
ReplyDeleteHm. Innocence does change into wisdom, but sometimes only with the addition of pain. Also, I think I tend to look for God to be the light out of the darkness.
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