To Cry or Not to Cry

  . Emotions, Feelings, Thought provoking words that spark the mind into a whirlwind of thinking.... what darned little things these are to have so freely. And yet statisically speaking we so quickly ask the Doctor to medicate us for we can't even stand the idea of such things.

       Taking these away causes the obvious result of a complete numbing sensation that overtakes your whole body somehow. 

        You are here but not there.

        You say things that would render a sensory emotion such as a feeling and yet there is nothing but numbness where those used to be.

         I pondered these things the other day while finding myself on the brink of losing it all once again.

        Out loud I said, 'I am not Strong enough to continue trying anymore.' ' can't take this!; it's too much to bear.' And then….…

  . .... I CRIED, I wept like never before or at least not in a very long time from what I can remember anyways. I let the tears fall despite the immense mess they may have clearly shown upon my face. And I just kept crying. I could no longer hold it all back. 

         A door opened on the inside and so much came flowing out. No longer binded by the chains holding me down for so long, for they are slowly releasing their hold on me. Those things that once scared me my fearlessness faces straight on with no room for anything that's not for me.

          So I let the tears fall, snot and all. I believe a new soul is immerging even more refined and sculpted then before. Fall Sweet Tears of mine, Fall. As though mimicking the rain on those gloomy yet beautiful days. Fall and wash away all the Oook inside there, won't you please. I beg you. No turning back this time. 

Lest us remember this feeling as we go forth on this unbinding Journey, Adventure and everything in between. Shall We¿! 

             

IT IS OKAY, CRY and feel a renewing of your Soul like never before.

      

- TheDrifter0621

Every Blue Moon

When I feel as though I could tear through my flesh with the Daggers of the War raging inside my head I frantically look for my pen and take it to a place only I know and have to face at the very End of it all. So I write, I just write. When I dare to, I can turn the page Moving onto the next chapter but not before fully understanding the parts already written. Life is a puzzle, a maze, a treasure map. Your objection is that much harder to find if you forget the roads already traveled on, or retry the pieces already tried and failed at fitting together or lose visual of the last turns taken to just end up going in circles once again.

I can feel a changing of the tides transpiring across the Universe. The Tree is set to become barren and devoid of its old leaves making its way through to a mystery of new Life, Discovery and Adventure. The Roots of a Tree run deep and only become stronger over time. May we transform from what once was, strengthen over the lifeless days of time and blossom into the next season of our lives even brighter, fuller and wiser than before.

Est Viet Belle…..... Life is Beautiful.

- QuinnKai0621.blogger.com 

The Drifter........