pink, orange and yellow streak across the sky as the sun sets. a strong wind sweeps across the canyon, swoops up the ridge i'm on. i open my arms in a cross and let the wind hold me up, right where i am, showered in a ray of liquid gold. i take a deep breath, breathing in a stream of cool, fresh air. i feel like i am on top of the world, like nothing can catch me here. like nothing else exists. i feel like i am the only person here. only existing to keep the balance of the world equal. the feeling is exhilerating.
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water moves forward, roaring as it goes. it keeps on its path, coursing ceaselessly to the chute. a leaf floats down, drifting onto the river. it rides on the water, going along. the water urges forward, crashing and rolling. then, the water rolls over the edge, falling. it free falls several hundred feet and rumbles down. it crashes to meet the pool and the rest of the water of the river at the bottom, cauing a white mist. the leaf blows over the fall, swishing and riding the air currents down to the river, drifting down the wall of water. it is hidden by the mist as it falls, then beaten under water when it lands, torn to shreds. the water flows and ebbs, flowing forward, never stopping, never standing still, never flowing backwards. always moving, never looking back. drifting, flowing, ebbing, drifting.....
The sun rises over the horizon, showing a world different than the one at night. Trees cast long shadows across the ground, standing majestic. Hills roll into the light fog. Birds chirp their morning songs, waking up the sleeping world. A cool, gentle breeze floats through, cool and calm. The dog barks and wags her tail, hoping to go outside to chase the morning creatures. A new day starts, same as the ones before, but different with each sunrise.
I cannot say what I will be, or what will become of me. I cannot even begin to imagine what will happen in my life. What I can say with some confidence is that nothing in life is easy. The journey our life takes us has is ups and downs. With this said and all philosophies aside, what makes us think that how one person does something is the right way? How is the way one person leading his or her life the be all, end all life to live? Who says control, or lack thereof, is right? How is having a finger in every aspect of every person's life the best way to make everyone happy? How does live and let live sound? Be and Let Be. We do things for people we love because we love them. But there are times when we have to learn to let go - times when we allow our loved ones to live the life they are supposed to without our interference. It's hard, but with some time and patience, we can learn to finally be able to live with what we have. Even if it does include or not include every pers...
Nickelback- When We Stand Together
One more depending on a prayer And we all look away People pretending everywhere It's just another day There's bullets flying through the air And they still carry on We watch it happen over there And then just turn it off Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah We must stand together Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah There's no giving in Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah Hand in hand forever Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah That's when we all win Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah That's, that's, that's when we all win That's, that's, that's when we all win They tell us everything's alright And we just go along How can we fall asleep at night When something's clearly wrong When we could feed a starving world With what we throw away But all we serve are empty words That always taste the same Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah We must stand together Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah There's no giving in Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah Hand in hand forever Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah That's whe...
my heart bursts into flames, red hot and angry, growing fiercer and stronger until it's like the final throws of a dying star - angry fire, turning on itself just before its demise. then, before i know it, the collapse is here, leaving behind a cold darkness. an enternal moment passes when i feel it... a gentle pull where my heart should be, where it was. it pulls, it tugs until i realize what's happening. like a black hole sucking everything into it, the hole yanks every last bit of happiness and every last shard of good from me, leaving me cold and compassionless. everything that made me care, everything that made me happy is gone through the black hole where my heart disappeared into. the cold, the anger, the hurting, the uncaring part of me is what's left.