Aperture

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Mind off yonder, body at ease. Took the trip to end this restlessness. Pull back in, patiently and present. Sanctuary waits, somewhere between reality and a wicked dream. I begged for him around the corner and tiptoed up your spine. Then I heard a soft pleading whisper over my shoulder, "find it". Take the energy of your heart and let it be free. One day you're dying, the next dead. We all are dying, don't be a fool I'm afraid too. Oh gentle whisper, what am I searching for? "find it" the beauty in death. All your efforts passed on to the next. Loose your attachments. Allow the uncertainty of tomorrow fuel your drive.  Many mouths will spit useless words, so form yours to transcend. What worth can be taken to the grave?

A thousand souls in cycle, circle of sorts. There's the shouting, "we much reach some sort of rest." Grab out for peace, where is the source? Many seek, who will find? An outsider, refuse to play games. Peace within the quiet mind, sound spirit. Journey split second, from action to reaction choice and reason. State your definition : discrepancy. Holy scripture gives a key, "be of one accord". Aline in ideals, whats most important. A thousand souls, a thousand definitions of peace. Peace of heart, peace of mind. Should it be understood? Such a profound peace could it pass all understanding? 

Picture this, your heart rose-colored crimson pumping freedom through your body and all you do is complain. Hate is planting her seeds in your sacred garden. Soul-searching never seemed so easy these days loosing yourself comes like breathing. Constantly compromising your individuality, thinking the next updated version won't be so ugly. But those glass particles of your heart shattered so precisely, you'll never find all the pieces again. Remaining behind are all the memories of disappointment.  Too young to be done with this life, too old to make something better. Stagnant, mold is growing in your stomach. Cobweb lungs miraculously overworking themselves, giving you the one thing worth fighting for: HoPE. This is our reality friends, stop pretending don't defend. Remember when pain was the enemy now proof your hearts still beating. Take a second to inhale, the years are escaping. Posin passed it's way through our bloodstream. Seamlessly leaving no trace, except the ache for the same rush once more. It's been too long since I opened the door, didn't want to face the truth. 

She is a writer. Pouring her soul out onto the pages of this life. Listen closely, hear the lyrical tears fall from her lips. Will they land on the grounded walls of your heart or into a puddle of confusion? Pain has always been around. Telling it goodbye won't change anything, so admit the feeling. Transformation can begin. Take the next step, get rid of your excuses. Keep it under control? How impossible! Can a heart understand forgetting the past is hazardous? Hold on to the lesson. Don't give into defeat, fight for the words and speak. In the morning, peel the covers off your body. Though they be like another layer of skin, like water soaked clothes to your soul. As the sun shines through your window know there's hope. Make today better than yesterday. Take the steps. Don't get used to them calling you a quitter, tell them what your name is. Prove it to yourself first. When people keep leaving remember there's more to come. Learn to love the painful things in a way that makes sense to you. We all know this thing we're in isn't fair, so even if you don't make much money do what you love. Find what you're meant for. She is a writer with nothing more to give you but her words. Praying to be heard. Hoping to spark the interest of at least one heart. So she can point them to the one who changed hers. So tell me, are you listening?