"Looking through my soul,
Not my eyes.
Vibration draws,
Patterns to your light.
Your energy collides,
It speaks to mine.
Beautiful whispers,
Colours intertwine." - Unknown
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YOU CAN DANCE THROUGH ANY STORM if the sound of thunder is like music to your ears.
I'm a firm believer that beautiful souls are shaped by ugly experiences.
There is beauty in the hurt , there is beauty in the pain. There remains beauty in the ambition to keep pressing through ; fighting & striving throughout the night just to arise to the sun rays upon thy skin on your face that may awaken you in the morning.
Truly , the two hardest tests on this Spirtual Road of Life have to be the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we have encountered when it falls upon us.
Understanding wholeheartedly that our experiences help mold us but do not make us. What we encounter is what we learn , either being a blessing or a lesson , sometimes the mixture of both in return.
"Good morning Champ!"
I glanced up from the case files I had been locked in with to see my childhood best friend and partner in stopping crime Adonis. He waltzed by in a rather much cheery mood , the pep in his step telling me more about his evening than I needed to know.
"I got your coffee —black , with strong expresso." He sat the Seven-Eleven medium insulated cup upon my desk.
"Thanks man. What time is it? I been here all night knocking out these cases." I ran my fingers through my platinum blonde curls.
"It's nine on the dot. And why you been here all night man? You could have been gone after last rounds."
"Shit!Hold on. I'll be right back."
Pushing my chair out backward , I speedily raced over to the cellar where she remained. Up all the wee hours filing out six reports completely had my brain stumped and it almost fully slipped my mind that I'd let her stay here in order to sleep off her buzz and sober up in hopes of her not attempting to make a permanent solution to the temporary issue at hand. My conscience would eat me alive if so. Unlocking the barred cell , I took heed to the fact that she was arising from her slumber.
