Redefinition

These blank images confirm my most recent discovery. I thrive at pulling the meaning out of hard times. I know it's motivated by desperation, the longing we go through when we're trying to make sense of our hurt, but in these times I make sure to pull every bit of beauty of life. When life is good... when prayers are answered... I don't know.

I can't help wonder if I'm running from something.

I can fight the current, no matter how strong.
I can get back, No matter how far it might take me.
Then relax and let it sweep me away... gently drifting right over my over analyzing mind to a place that never mattered... down stream with the rest of the refuse that neither had the substance or strength to end up anywhere else.

The greatest fear isn't failing to find your direction. It's finding out everything you truly desire, then not being able to attain it.

Hope only comes from the truth. Unfortunately, as of late, the job of truth mostly hasn't been leading me to true desire as much as she has been showing me the impostor. I think this is my fault, but I'm learning. I've learned too much to ignore the direction, or to not take the next step. It's just so hard to hear her sometimes.

It's the desperation of the dissonance...
How the dirty envy the clean.
How the ugly see more beauty than the beautiful...
How the lonely crave a single voice, while the rest are not satisfied with the attention of a few.

I know that if I listen carefully, I will be able to hear.
I need you just as much today as I did yesterday... when tomorrow is a little better than today, I pray I still need you the same.

You're beautiful.