At the end of the day we rest assured of the promised land.
The greatest place ever in history to visualise the future for us.
The greatest place ever in history to torment us emotionally and bring the excitement and frustration about the future.
We sleep anyway.
For this life is an ever changing season
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It’s hard to take a breath when think about it.
But easier when you’re not paying attention.
Always be positive and pay attention to your taughts, the more you know how you think, the lesser the chances of you being negative aabout life.
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Do you cry when you feel what I feel?
Do you even try to feel what I feel?
When you tell me you feel me
When you say you understand my pain
When you say we’re in this together
Do you ever guard the gate of your month
Or do you just spit out words to make me feel less vulnerable?
I’m trying to understand the irony that you bring with your metaphors.
We all bear that little innocence, in our hearts. The child in us never goes, never grows, she stays inside and take a closer look as the body enhances and as the mind develops.
She is that weeping soul inside that many feel she cannot be seen in public, that weeping soul that longs to scream and shout when happiness overshadows pain and even when pain greets her with a smile, she longs to scream, shout and let it all out.
But the body and mind’s development hinders that little soul from living life to its core…
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My pain is adjacent to my hapiness.
I endure all with the same measure.
I can’t seem to measure, for I endure pain in the hope of hapiness
And ensure hapiness with the hope of questioning what will happen when pain surprises me .
There will come a time of pure distillation.
The time for positive mental installation.
And when that time comes, no clock with tick and talk to turn things right
No calendar will date back the memories we once had.
Only through the sun and through the interchanging personalities of the moon and the sun in the sky can we surface through the earth with defiled outrage.
A heart in Vain searching for a fear that will bring Pain.
Scepticism strides along trifles of wonders.
Million wonders of this world
In my mind they wander
Uncertainty crowds in
Suddenly creeps in
Crawling in searching for a crock of shit
Lord have mercy on this crestfallen soul