When the waves in the sea roll over each other and the water entangles in itself and bubbles over, frothing and crashing and racing to the shore, that is how I feel when I think of subtle glances and goodbye kisses.
When the clouds darken in the midnight sky and build up with the tension of a storm, right before the lightning strikes and the rain washes away the trouble and strife and complications, that is how I feel when I remember anger and frustration, only to be removed with a certain smile that could open up the skies to sunlight in the morning.
When the cool breeze blows through the stars in the sky and through wet hair, as the moon settles in and winks at those that sit under its dark throne, waiting and watching, and learning to be free, that's when the real meaning of sacrifice and devotion steps in.
The world holds an overpowering beauty above all of our heads. It torments us with flowers blooming and leaves falling into chaotic piles that resemble our thoughts and crazy minds. As seasons pass, as people grow, it reveals its wonders, one fascination at a time.
With each revealing, we observe and we judge until it's too late. It's only in the future, after the ocean is calm and the storm has passed and the moon has waned and waxed, that we realize what was really before our eyes.
Passion. That's what our God has shown to us. His passion for life and for the living. He gifts us with everything we ever need, and we trap it inside our heads along with the judging and the lack of strength that each individual is cursed with.
Fear is an all-consuming force, just as God is an all-consuming fire. Death turns that incredible, magical beauty into black. It withers the nature into dirt and rot. It fades faces and burns hope to ash. Like a volcano, brewing and boiling, as the clock ticks to eruption, fear begins with a little whisper from our friend in hell and it spreads to our fingers and toes until all sparkle has diminished.
It takes surrendering our every thought and each beat of our heart to The Lord, so that we can find the few people whose faces never fade, no matter what material the artist uses to cover them up.
Security is the feeling that we cling to. To feel as though no one in the world can harm you, to feel like each moment of despair is nothing but a tiny second in our clock of life, rather than the face of it all, to feel like what lies ahead, beyond the horizon, is worth striving for, that is what we need.
And so after we let it go, and we find someone who will take the fear and bury it alive, we cling. Why let something as beautiful as the Earth run away? Why give up, when hope has filled your spirit, bringing back the long forgotten sparkle?
It's the memories that linger that cause the clinging. Even after the fear has disappeared and the person that pushed it away has finished their job for the time, flashbacks bring them back and with the remembering comes a new kind of fear.
The fear of losing what we have. The fear of never understanding what is right before our eyes, until it's too late. It pushes us to throw away everything and sink back into our own ocean of never belonging and never knowing what's next.
They're all there, right before your eyes. Easy to picture, easy to laugh at or with, whichever you may chose. But imagine falling... Imagine drifting away... Imagine bursting into a thousand tiny stars with no chance of holding on to yourself. Everyone that is there, including the person that brought you through it all, is gone. They've been gone. They're the memories that flash before your eyes as you collapse into the world of shooting stars and moments that have already happened.
Save yourself, before it's too late. Save what's left of the beauty we've been given, after the destruction. Those trials, those unforgettable nights of pain and frustration... They're nothing compared to eternity. It's time that we take the lifetime of glory and diffuse the fires. Grasp onto what's left. Hold on with all of your might and never let go, because letting go means giving into your fears, and fear means giving into a future of unimaginable pain and sorrow.
Crash with the waves.
Soar with the storm.
Flow with the breeze.
Let go.
Breathe.
When the clouds darken in the midnight sky and build up with the tension of a storm, right before the lightning strikes and the rain washes away the trouble and strife and complications, that is how I feel when I remember anger and frustration, only to be removed with a certain smile that could open up the skies to sunlight in the morning.
When the cool breeze blows through the stars in the sky and through wet hair, as the moon settles in and winks at those that sit under its dark throne, waiting and watching, and learning to be free, that's when the real meaning of sacrifice and devotion steps in.
The world holds an overpowering beauty above all of our heads. It torments us with flowers blooming and leaves falling into chaotic piles that resemble our thoughts and crazy minds. As seasons pass, as people grow, it reveals its wonders, one fascination at a time.
With each revealing, we observe and we judge until it's too late. It's only in the future, after the ocean is calm and the storm has passed and the moon has waned and waxed, that we realize what was really before our eyes.
Passion. That's what our God has shown to us. His passion for life and for the living. He gifts us with everything we ever need, and we trap it inside our heads along with the judging and the lack of strength that each individual is cursed with.
Fear is an all-consuming force, just as God is an all-consuming fire. Death turns that incredible, magical beauty into black. It withers the nature into dirt and rot. It fades faces and burns hope to ash. Like a volcano, brewing and boiling, as the clock ticks to eruption, fear begins with a little whisper from our friend in hell and it spreads to our fingers and toes until all sparkle has diminished.
It takes surrendering our every thought and each beat of our heart to The Lord, so that we can find the few people whose faces never fade, no matter what material the artist uses to cover them up.
Security is the feeling that we cling to. To feel as though no one in the world can harm you, to feel like each moment of despair is nothing but a tiny second in our clock of life, rather than the face of it all, to feel like what lies ahead, beyond the horizon, is worth striving for, that is what we need.
And so after we let it go, and we find someone who will take the fear and bury it alive, we cling. Why let something as beautiful as the Earth run away? Why give up, when hope has filled your spirit, bringing back the long forgotten sparkle?
It's the memories that linger that cause the clinging. Even after the fear has disappeared and the person that pushed it away has finished their job for the time, flashbacks bring them back and with the remembering comes a new kind of fear.
The fear of losing what we have. The fear of never understanding what is right before our eyes, until it's too late. It pushes us to throw away everything and sink back into our own ocean of never belonging and never knowing what's next.
They're all there, right before your eyes. Easy to picture, easy to laugh at or with, whichever you may chose. But imagine falling... Imagine drifting away... Imagine bursting into a thousand tiny stars with no chance of holding on to yourself. Everyone that is there, including the person that brought you through it all, is gone. They've been gone. They're the memories that flash before your eyes as you collapse into the world of shooting stars and moments that have already happened.
Save yourself, before it's too late. Save what's left of the beauty we've been given, after the destruction. Those trials, those unforgettable nights of pain and frustration... They're nothing compared to eternity. It's time that we take the lifetime of glory and diffuse the fires. Grasp onto what's left. Hold on with all of your might and never let go, because letting go means giving into your fears, and fear means giving into a future of unimaginable pain and sorrow.
Crash with the waves.
Soar with the storm.
Flow with the breeze.
Let go.
Breathe.
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