JOY WILL COME IN THE MORNING.
Arent there always some sort of divine higher power messages integrated into every day life? Maybe cosmic even? Who knows, but I know that even if pain endures for a night, joy will come in the morning! These flowers blossomed by morning even as the previous night had been full of anguish. Loved it.
Whiskey, poured out by a lonely mean ol’ man, it’s emptied of its last drop…
Drained.
Drained.
Drained.
A caliber .22, shot out into the dark wilderness, in attempt to catch prey…
Drained.
Drained.
Drained.
And so we pray.
A knife slicing through the veins, the muffled sound of aggitation against the skin, its over now…
Drained.
From fairy-tale book endings to broken hearts of adolescence, nobody told her that nothing gold stays gold for long.
She dreamed of a tomorrow full of love and warmth, lead on by life’s empty promises, nobody told her life herself will knock you down.
She wanted to believe in magic and miracles, in the beauty of a rainbow, or in the gleam of a sailor who spots a mermaid. But nobody told her dreams are for the brave of heart…
Nobody told her that life is not a fairy-tale happy ending. That endings tend to bring sorrow, tears, heartache and grievances. Nobody told her she would be lying broken on the floor.
If, only long ago as a young girl, someone had told her.
We live in a crazy environment, embrace it and deal with the madness. I’ve been known to have a “loud” opinion, even when I say nothing my silence is speaking volumes for me… Hello & welcome, All. ;) Im just in a very, very, mad world.