Life... Ah life... So pure in it's base form, just existing for the very sake of existence... Only if it was so linear and indiscriminate for sentient beings such as us.
I often look to the sky and watch the sun emerging from a bank of nimbus clouds shining it's rays of pure divinity; it's watching these sorts of everyday occurrences of such tremendous beauty that I believe in miracles. It's the same when you see a tree blooming into a vivid display of pink, magenta and cream and ponder on the state of the distraught shamble it was a few weeks ago and to what is standing before you now... Seeing that one realises there may still be hope for them yet.
With that thought I realise the potential inside of me and the dreams I will one day make to reality. All I ask for is a steady hand that will be there for me. Not to pass judgement, not to steer my destiny, not to point my faults or to distract me from my goals... All I ask for is a... All I ask for is someone to provide me with unconditional warmth... Someone I can turn to in my life, someone that will hold me when I tremble, someone that will understand me.
My Past, My present and My future.
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