speechlessly
We all say we don't need it, that we are better without it, that it means as little to us as the judgmental mouthes it comes from, but we know we are deceiving ourselves. It is that prize which we subconsciously devote our life to. It is that fleeting smile, that hopeful nod, those seconds that we see that in society's eyes we have met the unreasonable high expectations it has set before us. However as smiles fade and the once-attentive faces turn in the other direction we realize, the gift of approval was never ours to keep, it was merely a cruel reminder that you are the product of a twisted world.
Fall leaves much to be discovered, in the realms of the crisp wind your feelings, much like the leaves, flutter from the branches with the promise of a peaceful landing. Your spirits are refreshed and you welcome the cool air as you rake pieces of a shedding season. It may not have the hot flare of summer or the tender snowfall of winter, but fall contains an element of wonder and surprise that is emphasized with each falling leaf.
It is a reminder that no matter how deceptively we portray ourselves, yesterday is forever present beneath the surface, it is a reminder that while hurt is skin-deep true sorrow is permanent.
There were billions around but she was left to no one. There was a world of possibilities practically within arms reach but she was left to grasping thin air. There was a promise of a future but she was left no tomorrow, life had already sentenced her to misery, no chance of parole.
Nature's orchestra surrounds us as the rain pounds from above us the thunder shrieks from around us and the ground rumbles beneath us. Listen close as the orchestra's music is quickly fading. Surrender your senses as this moment is one to engrave in your brain, as the image has already dissolved into normality.
I was never prone to drawing in the lines, I preferred shapes of all different kinds. When my inner cry was set free it was an array of shapes and colours for you to see. To be abstract is to stray from everyday and take a wander far far away, and it is only when I'm truly abstract that I can move forward without ever looking back.
The snow has hit but all things light haven't enclosed our winter wonderland. The icicle sits hard and bitter amoung our rooftops, a reminder of the searing pain winter likes to inflict. Although beautiful this piece of winter is one we like best from afar.
As the world goes blank and time screeches to halt it all begins. As my eyes open to a new world and yours silently wish it farewell, as my skin warms to the touch of new friends and yours goes cold under the touch of old ones, as I shakily intake my first breath and you outtake your last one, you bid the world goodbye and hand it to me, the succeeder of your glorious life.