Is it the empty page that defines a story?
Or, the words the writer failed to fill it with?
Understood...
Perspective is translated from the angle perceived
But, Life is only half full with emotions received
& half empty without the ambition to accept its feel.
Is it the ghost of the past which haunts?
Or, the monster resurrected by holding on too long?
Agreed...
The future reflects upon shadows of the past
But, shadows are merely darker side of light
Which follow behind but never lead.
Is it weed that kills a flower?
Or, the weakness of its own stem?
that bends willingly under pressure
Perhaps...
Power is a parasite of the mutual kind
Which lives off those who offer their strength
And Will is the sole paraquat
Which applies band-aids instead of fresh scars.
Is it the direction of wind which ceases flight?
Or, the feathers pulled off forehand?
To resist temptation of the inviting open sky.
Maybe...
Freedom is a state of mind.
Like fish in an aquarium,
swimming in illusions of expanding waters,
Even when limited to glass boundries.
Is it dreams you wish to come true?
Or, a wish of a miracle to land upon thy head?
Very well...
Dreams cannot be born with leashes.
But, can be tamed with sincerity of hardwork
& miracle is the reality of dreams...
Achieved by eagerness of ones heart to fullfill.
Each question comes with an answer.
Each answer comes with more questions.
Do you wish for an answer?
...or the question that follows.
A question mark?
Or, a Fullstop.
How does your story end....?
By,
MiaCat
