They've always said the same things, over and over and yet not a word of it can I hear, tell the world what lies in your heart and it will always fall on souls that wish not to listen. Coming from something otherworldly, I stand outside in the dense rain while all around onlookers gawk in bewilderment; we've numbed ourselves to our own emotions, and yet we're so struck by them.
The world outside forgets what it use to value, and now it's taken humanity with it, the rain; the snow; the gentle flood of colour and feeling into the canvas that is life; this is where I live, I live to feel, for all that is in this world is already perfect; you just need to open your eyes and remember where you left your dreams.
Life is a beautiful collision, a masterpiece of flaws and a theatre of our shattered selves. Life is perfect because it is broken. Because only can something broken be fixed, fixed and brought Home.
I live here, in this brilliant cosmos where the impossible is only what we decide.
"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win."~Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi