Breathe

[tsumik]

As the suger of my heart spins in tears I look for the resolve to carry on. To find the words, the voice, and the song to hold me from falling over. A painters dream to find the paintery swirls of color that lend to beautiful movement. A poets wish to find the pattered out written forms to connect the meaning behind the lines. A singers scream to find a spray of sunshine on peaceful eyelids.

I hope for such things. Hope. *smile* what a beautiful word. Such a hard thing to grasp such as faith. Even admist all the opposition and all the stones cast I still gasp for that breath. While it would be so easy to turn away from life and let the last sea of emotion swallow me under, I must fight. Perhaps I won't sail my ship in the same direction but I will continue to sail. Paradise is out there somewhere.

So cast me against the stones yet again. I won't give in.

Comments

[eventide.livejournal.com]

"Something about hope…..is that in all of its beauty and all of its possibility, it is morbid. Morbid because you simply do not know the outcome, morbid because it is the blind leading the blind, positive emotions hovering over negatives and pushing them out, strategically, optimistically, to one’s advantage. I say sometimes that I’d rather know than hope, because with knowing there is no expedition of one thing and ushering-in of another. There is just knowing. A final outcome, that cannot be changed in and of itself.

But I also say sometimes, more often than not, that I’d rather hope than know. At least then my spirit has not been completely crushed."

[kibler.livejournal.com]

jesus was a zombie.

ps i added you. :)