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One long night, a lone boy shifted uncomfortably in his bedsheets, pushed them down and peeked out.
Blinking a few times he let out a deep empty sigh.
He sat up, curling his legs towards his chest and looked around the void that surrounded him.
"I'm cold" he whispered.
The moon shone heavenly upon the windowsill and pile of dust scattered across those rays.
"What's the matter little boy?"
Echoed the voice in the room.
The boy's eyes widened and he searched for the wondrous voice.
"Where are you?" he asked in a hushed tone.
"I am where you want me to be."
"Where?" the boy squinted his dull eyes.
"Here, a little bit over there and everywhere."
"But I can't see you."
"Well, you can feel my presence can't you?" the voice echoed back and forth.
"Presence?"
"Yes,
In the air, when wind howls,
In the scent, when a flower blooms,
In the voice, when an infant cries,
In the waves, when the water flows,
In the rhythm, when the instrument blows,
and
In you, when I'm needed most."
"But... What are you?"
"Me? I'm a hope, a prayer, a little light in despair.
A wish, A Star,
A rope you grasp when you fall apart."
It continued echoing around the little boy's head.
"I exist when I'm needed,
I'm remembered after each cry.
I'm help, I'm ease,
I'm remembered after each try."
"But why can't I see you?" The boy questioned again.
"Come here little boy." the voice lured him towards the glimmering window.
"Look at the stars, the moon, the sky,
Look at the trees, the grass, the fireflies,
Look at the hues, the rain, the sun rise,
There is where the wonder lies."
The voice showed him beautiful views as it echoed throughout the time.
"Hear the birds sing cheerfully,
Hear the dews fall peacefully,
Hear the river flow gracefully,
Hear the wind blow majestically."
The boy now closing his eyes, listened to those enchanting sounds calmly.
"Feel the warmth, the cold, the joy of life,
You, yourself can touch the light.
Feel the horror,the wrath, the mistakes of life,
You, yourself can make it right."
He opened his eyes, now full of delight, surprised at the thoughts that now crowded his mind.
The voice continued;
"I'm here when you need me the most,
I'm a path, a guide.
A friend you want to know,
I exist when you dread your existence itself."
Then it followed the boy's sight,
"Even in this vast empty world,
You are never alone.
Nature exist,
And so does your soul."
It soothed the boy's worries and concerns.
"Search for your place little boy,
Travel the whole world.
Search for the answers little boy,
You'll know you are not alone."
Saying that it dispersed into small tunes, melody that filled with warmth and comfort.
"I'm at ease now, my worries are my own,
Excited to know what tomorrow will show.
I'm have thoughts now, my actions are my own,
Excited to see what tomorrow will bring.
For now I'll remember each word I heard,
Be it hate and greed or love and glee,
I'll continue to seek what this world holds."
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This is how my depressed arse shove the negativity of my life aside....
By sorting out and writing the words I hear in my overthinking mind.
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