Remember the road must be windy and full of hills… otherwise we would not understand how long we have traveled and for what purpose, if the end is indeed in sight at the end of the long flat road
enreal
Remember the road must be windy and full of hills… otherwise we would not understand how long we have traveled and for what purpose, if the end is indeed in sight at the end of the long flat road
enreal
Sometimes I think silent thoughts
In a language just barely understood
It is the language of the mind
It is the language of the Soul
It is a language which can not be spoken
A language which can only be shown
It is the language felt in a glance
A language of Love, Purpose, and Knowledge
A true love…
A language in the Mind
It speaks quietly truths unlearned
It grows softly under the veil of silence.
These truths unknown
Spoken eloquently
Peacefully
This voice unheard
This voice unshared
The butterflies are here
They are fluttering…
I hear those silent thoughts again…
They speak of happiness
In a language just barely heard…
If I knew how to describe this smile
I would
In this language
Barely understood
I SHALL BE
STILL AND BREATH
WAIT FOR ETERNITY
WAIT FOR A GLIMPSE
WHAT IS MEANT TO BE
EMPTY FOR WORDS
ALONE
UNFAMILIAR
UNINSPIRED
A BREEZE BLOWS
THE GENTLE WIND
CALM AND STILL
INSPIRED BENEATH THE SUN
AWAKEN
STILL DREAMS TO COME
STILL DREAMS TO COME
I have been feeling strange as of late
almost uninspired, yet the words flow… I know not from where… or for what purpose… they hold something… I know not what… I have been feeling strange