I hope you stay beautiful, baby
For now, I'm just taking pleasure in a song. I don't care what anyone else thinks of the song, or what they would think of my listening to it. Right now, right this moment, it's mine. So is this gentle happiness. This compassion for myself. There is softness in my soul right now.
Music is such a gift.
My soul has been ugly lately. A poor pathetic creature, wartorn and empty. Scrambling through the dust of fallen time for survival. Perhaps not cruel, perhaps not hateful or mean. Sometimes those souls are ugly. Sometimes they are beautiful underneath and only need unearthing.
Sometimes like mine, they are just faded. Drained of beauty, the beauty of life.
They forget how to speak, so enraptured with survival they become. Stripped of their luxuries, their friends. They wander, driven by self pity to find a place to lie down and hide from life so they will not feel so ugly next to it.
I have some compassion for my soul right now. These past few days it has begun to remember that it can speak. It has begun to breathe the sunlight in and see the sky. It has begun to feel joy again. It has decided to wait and see. Not to futiley run from the dawn that will chase it every day. It gazes hopefully at the amber waves and silver reflections hovering in blue infinities. What beauty will this new day bring?
What challenges will be conquered?
I am impatient for this change to be solidified. I want to be better, not just feel like i'm floating for a while, knowing that the whirlpool may suck me down again without warning.
I may be swimming steadily for shore, but who knows what obstacles may tug me back, or what delays I may find. All I know is that the shore is visible, and so are many paths to it. Even better, there is one path; straight, narrow, difficult and tiring. But it will get me there without fail if I can stick to it.
Can I make it? I guess it's up to me, and my friends who are there to help keep me on track.
The best part, is that once I'm out, marching through the hills and valleys to come in my life, the next pool I come to will be easier. I'll probably even be able to get me and my soldiers across safely.
Music is such a gift.
My soul has been ugly lately. A poor pathetic creature, wartorn and empty. Scrambling through the dust of fallen time for survival. Perhaps not cruel, perhaps not hateful or mean. Sometimes those souls are ugly. Sometimes they are beautiful underneath and only need unearthing.
Sometimes like mine, they are just faded. Drained of beauty, the beauty of life.
They forget how to speak, so enraptured with survival they become. Stripped of their luxuries, their friends. They wander, driven by self pity to find a place to lie down and hide from life so they will not feel so ugly next to it.
I have some compassion for my soul right now. These past few days it has begun to remember that it can speak. It has begun to breathe the sunlight in and see the sky. It has begun to feel joy again. It has decided to wait and see. Not to futiley run from the dawn that will chase it every day. It gazes hopefully at the amber waves and silver reflections hovering in blue infinities. What beauty will this new day bring?
What challenges will be conquered?
I am impatient for this change to be solidified. I want to be better, not just feel like i'm floating for a while, knowing that the whirlpool may suck me down again without warning.
I may be swimming steadily for shore, but who knows what obstacles may tug me back, or what delays I may find. All I know is that the shore is visible, and so are many paths to it. Even better, there is one path; straight, narrow, difficult and tiring. But it will get me there without fail if I can stick to it.
Can I make it? I guess it's up to me, and my friends who are there to help keep me on track.
The best part, is that once I'm out, marching through the hills and valleys to come in my life, the next pool I come to will be easier. I'll probably even be able to get me and my soldiers across safely.
posted by Elysia @ 13:43
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