In our moments and time of this endless space, there is a tide within all of us, a weight that brings us to our own sanctuaries, a root that brings us to our own memories and place that we all go to be in a world full of colors and fragrances we all can call heaven. I know you may not know what I am talking about, but that is okay. Just take the time to read.
Our little minds are almost capable of doing anything, they give us the ability to do practicaly anything, in this world of unlimited boundaries. Deep within all of us we have a our own little world, that is so full of colors, and opportunities that we have not even accomplished yet.
Also deep inside of us, we all have a dark side, which can torment us day in and day out with violent voices that want us all to rupture inside of the hells that we all can create. Oh yes, the human mind can turn on us so well. It can cause us to make our own boundaries, our own prisons, our own suffering, and our own hells. There is not a soul inside of the world that can actually pull us out of this hell, because that is up to us of course.
Our own life is created by the choices that we make inside of it. We can choose to succeed, as we can allow ourselves to trickle down the cracks of failure. No other way inside of this world is our own suffering created by the planet we live on it.
Yet, deep inside, as I have witnessed, every night you hold my head up high, from the war that I am silently defeating myself, I have a feeling of some form of comfort, that brings me moments closer to the place inside of the world I have always wanted to be.
It would be too tacky, untrue, and cliché' to say that you are the reason I feel happy, but it would be a lie to say you are not a part of it.
A formula to misfortune disables me from being the person that I should always be for you. It limits my affection, it disables my energy, and it blinds me from the heaven I can see inside of your eyes every day. It weakens me to protect you from the feelings: neglect, sorrow, anger, and all the other ills darkness could bring to one. My own creation of despair has limited this relationship for too long, yet every moment that it does, I still do not give up on that dream to transform the possibility to live inside of your life as long as we can say forever into a reality. To hold your hand and create more memories that I will later in life hold to value and miss dearly as of the memories I miss today.
To be grateful, is as easy as it to say that the girl that brings me fortunate values and a strike to my heart is the one that stands right before me today. Alive and well, not a mile away, dwelling inside of the play I dwell as well. For what more could I possibly want? My whole dream as an ageing teen for years, is what you are giving me right now, backing me more than my own family, far more genuine than a starling diamond can be, far more beautiful than The Birth of Venus or the Mona Lisa could ever be, and with a character that I could never find a way of words to describe.
It confuses me that I feel sometimes the way I do, when I have so many great things in front of me.
It bothers me, that I don't take the time to cherish of the things what I have, and spend most of my time loathing over all the things I did in my dark history.
Oh of all the things I think about, the creations of images and voices I see and hear day for day...It is easy for you to say to stop, yet the hardest thing inside of my life to do is put all this insanity to a halt.
But in every storm that passes upon my little island, your ship of comfort comes sailing in to land to pick me up from my strand, no matter what the turbulence. As you do this, you bring me a breath of life again inside of me that helps blow away the storm, to get onto my feet again. Suddenly I will trip, and all turns to that storm again, but time and time again, I have witnessed, you are still right there, fighting the war with me.
Of all the hopes inside of the world, I hope we can grow older, and one day I will get out of this vicious cycle, and we can walk the shore hand in hand, not missing an entire sunset, again...
I hope this dream can one day turn into a reality, and not have this write something I know I will look back at, staying up later than everyone else, thinking, wondering, hating what you have given me.
I will end this note of complexity with a simple,
I love you,
And you are always inside my thoughts.
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Submission Name: To 'L
