If words of expression on a page didn’t exist, I wouldn’t…
My avenue of relief are these blank pages. Filling them with dreams, hopes, thoughts, are my purpose. Without words, where would humanity be? Lost, forgotten, stolen or replaced. Words are our privilege (stamp) in life. To have a voice is to have power. How you exercise it is your choice. I choose for my voice to empower me and those around me. My silence is my burden. Captivity is self-made. Limitation is fear and pain heals. Exercise your power and break yourself of captivity, your bonds. Limit yourself not because you were made to be great, rather through influence or image.
If I knew life would be so hard or that it didn’t show favortism, I would have better prepared myself.
Mystery is guessing. Compiling myth upon myth until a conspiracy is conformed. Excatly what the outcome of life is…unpredictable. Day in and day out we guess. Take risks. Endulge in things that are un-beknown to us and emerge. In greatness or sufferage but change nonetheless.
We live without purpose because instruction is all we have. The break through of self preservation is what makes you. Survival. But to all…it doesn’t come easy. To fight is to live and to love is a priviledge.
Purpose is without definition because there was no you, before you…
Your existence is your purpose and your reputation is your character. Show your self and embrace you…
What do you call love unmanifested. Lust, desire, envy? Those things it CAN bw. But what is? Love…is a foundation. Think about it. Growth, emotion, where does it come from?
A blank page, my canvas. Emptiness come to life. Where I reveal my secrets, uncover my aspirations.
My therapist, this blank page.
Where my ideas and opinions formulate with no judgment. My listener, my shoulder. My non-bias friend. My go to in times of distress. I’m not lonely when you’re here because with you…I can share anything.
This blank page…
What is something you are afraid of?
All of which molded, shaped and formed who you are. These feelings of despair, embrace them for they are an inspiration. Ultimately your motivation to success
She looked so beautiful
Brown and pink coverings
A red and white bow gracefully placed on her head
Transparent tubes and machines
All surrounding her
Decisions to make regarding a life
A life just given yet disintegrating
Today she will take her last breath
Ever wonder what life would be like if stars didn’t exist? Would the moon still shine as pretty as it does. Would the sun stop hiding at night?
What if stars could travel, light years, teleportation, could we be reincarnated stars? Creating our own destinies by plucking from the sky….
Our world idolizes stars. We create, manifest and praise them. They alter our perceptions of ourselves, feeling the need to over compensate.
But you are a star in my eyes….shine away!