“Within all, blossoms something of wondrous beauty— Let it grow, let it burn, let it light your way. You who welcomes dawn, watches the day sprout and grow; You who stands over the haze, the howls, and the orange cracks at dawn, Bear in you the beauty of life, the rare glamour of it…”
“The weight of the body, heart, mind and soul, can at times be too much for one to bear. Dead within, some drag feet to their graves every day; every day, doing something, feeling useless, feeling (like) nothing…”
“The sky of emotions thunders with dark clouds. A heavy heart fears… the coming storm, the raging floods; The end feels near…”
Scurrying through my mind’s enveloping dark, I clasp reason; smokey above and smokey below. Whoosh! Whoosh! Accompany my passing, “To the gates! To the gates!” A whisper a-side, “Decision, make it now, no time! No better time!” The dark is full, I scurry through; my mind is full.
Work is an integral part of life. Believers would hold toil as man’s curse for the forbidden fruit. Non-believers would blame necessity, survival. Both views work for me. At the end of the day, life and work remain entwined. Is work life? Most people who have walked or stormed out […]
“If you love something and it feels rewarding, hold on to it, don’t lose it. Not many things will in the end matter; that will.” Dreamers of day and night (bonus).
“if you’re going to try, go all the way. there is no other feeling like that…”
The Lynch, 1318 words.