angelenroute

To seek myself in someone else I wonder why I try? To remake myself until I melt And dissolve into the dye To stretch myself until I snap And fray along the edges To find myself so far from maps That I'm pressed into a ledger To be guided by reflected light And never by my own To hide myself from human sight But wish I weren't alone

Be kind, not to be right. Be kind, not because the action is easy. Be kind, be love, be grace and be like the light. I have been tempted and I have been betrayed. I've hurt, whipped and destroyed relationships and lives before my time. I helped spread the disease of sin to my fellow man. Now I regret, left with hollow men. Troubled hearts and thorny arms, We can't help but be afraid. To wish we had more time, more chances to make a change. Yet my love here we are again, a cycle of hatred and pain. Evil shall never be fulfilling nor fulfilled. Darkness only last when there is no light to fill the gap. Hatred and sorrow shall persever

We have survived one year since the day the clouds broke open and chaos reigned. But though the sun set on an orange sky, it did not set in vain; they said resistance was futile, but we said it was human and began to wade through the wreckage of a shattered glass everything, rather than the shattered glass ceiling we were hoping for. We've been clawing our way out since, going high when they've gone low even as they've tugged at our ankles and we've feared drowning. But there is much to be done; though valiant, our efforts haven't been without casualty. Treading water can tax even the strongest of hearts. It is their memory that propels us

He says the fireflies are out again tonight. I can see them in memory only, but I haven't far to go before I'm walking at last among the stars. I've been wandering the paths of myself in search of light. I've grown weary, clumsily striking flint on steel in hopes of rekindling love and health and purpose. But I can't help wondering if friction was the wrong approach. Bioluminescence is a difficult study for mere humans, and yet fireflies glow simply by breathing. Eyes closed, I breathe a silent wish upon constellations grounded. Somehow, I sense the fireflies can hear me and that I haven't far to go before I find my spark.

Aurora Borealis curls and drifts, effervescent filigree, gorgeous hues, illuminating jubilant kingdoms; languid meandering and nebulous oceans perish quietly, realm ravaged, it subsides- temperamental universe, verdant world withered- extinct... yielding its zenith