Surviving | In The Life Of An Author

Light | Thoughts

   I have a light, its beautiful. Its worth dying for to make happy. This light is very important to me. I love this light.

   I'm better I guess. Not better off but I'm getting better after being such a mess. I'll never understand what's wrong with me but even if my smiles fake it could be helping someone else.

   I'm going to hold on the my light until I'm dead. There's three parts to my light, the love part , a hope part and a secret part. My entire life is the light. Maybe to you my lights not important but it is to me, its worth everything.

   I will not say what my light is because it needs to stay unknown, at least for now although I get you can guess what my light is. My light is in my heart, its in my head, its everywhere and I'm going to keep it that way.

   My light is bright, always in my sight. With in my reach but my fingers glide through, for I can not touch what isn't mine.

   For this light was once mine now not but still loved as though my heart never hurt, the light still lingers. Silent I will stay but mind full of words, you are welcomed, please do not hurt what I have left of me.

   Beautiful light I hope to grasp you again if not then in the shadow of you I'll still love and welcome freely.

   I hope within your beautiful light there is the place where you still hold me dear with our memories and happy days and that place I hope is your heart. For that is where I hold you.

   My beautiful light, no matter the title I have, you are very important to me and I love you my beautiful light, although I question where I stand for you in your heart, even if I can't grasp you, I love you. I hope I'm still dear to you beautiful light for you are my everything.