They say its your life, that we choose the decisions that really impact our reality and shape it to what its become, but if some day, we seen everything with cleared vision and regret what's become of our blossomed present, can we really rewind and capture all that we've lost from our forgetful past?
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I've stayed firmly placed on the ground, I haven't let me head swell with an anxious tendency, I haven't packed up everything and ran away nor have I sat alone and cried.
Its been a rude awaking of what my reality is and I wouldn't change it for the world.
I've seen it fall apart once before, in many shapes and forms its all collapsed, from nothing I built it back up to see it all go ablaze in a thick smoke, but not this time.
There's something that binds us as people, its not as thick as blood but not as diluted as water, its that connection we have regardless of the time spent, its just as special to each who hold it inside.
Simple days have been my present with a lovely outlook upon the sights I see, each day I awake and thank the maker for the blood I have inside me and the blood inside me that dwells inside those few.
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I went walking yesterday and thought about it, a simple decision that impacted everyone's reality and caused this shift, from the past we would sit but not in the present.
All that can be done has been done, the dust has settled and the shadowy figures emerging are those with the blood inside of them to wash away the water that engulfs this room.
Drowning in self doubt is something nobody wants.
Yet while I walk, the hazy rain trickled on my face, knowing that all was right, not soaking my skin to rinse away the blues that swallowed my once past whole.
Smile for your days are numbered.
*
I've stayed firmly placed on the ground, I haven't let me head swell with an anxious tendency, I haven't packed up everything and ran away nor have I sat alone and cried.
Its been a rude awaking of what my reality is and I wouldn't change it for the world.
I've seen it fall apart once before, in many shapes and forms its all collapsed, from nothing I built it back up to see it all go ablaze in a thick smoke, but not this time.
There's something that binds us as people, its not as thick as blood but not as diluted as water, its that connection we have regardless of the time spent, its just as special to each who hold it inside.
Simple days have been my present with a lovely outlook upon the sights I see, each day I awake and thank the maker for the blood I have inside me and the blood inside me that dwells inside those few.
*
I went walking yesterday and thought about it, a simple decision that impacted everyone's reality and caused this shift, from the past we would sit but not in the present.
All that can be done has been done, the dust has settled and the shadowy figures emerging are those with the blood inside of them to wash away the water that engulfs this room.
Drowning in self doubt is something nobody wants.
Yet while I walk, the hazy rain trickled on my face, knowing that all was right, not soaking my skin to rinse away the blues that swallowed my once past whole.
Smile for your days are numbered.
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