15 April 2012
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.
My Melancholic Life II • Opuss № I