What do you think during the ungodly hours of the morning? When you are walking to the bathroom, sitting for what seems like hours just staring at the ceiling and noticing the beautiful colors that envelop the night sky of your mind. This world is majestic and mysterious, Two words not often used in the description of the atoms speeding around us.
The fireflies that love so much to light up the gorgeous skies, block out the hidden lights of the fighting giants in the sky.
Today,
i will walk down the hallways of my giant cathedral of life and paint the walls with evergreen treetops, then give to another an empty canvas, and encourage them to paint their live.
Today i will lean towards the unwanted and reach down to the sprouts growing from the silky soils of their soul.
We will learn to progress together and share our thoughts with those who also cannot see the red dawn of the super powered generators of society.
Together we will quite down the motor and silence the screams, and when you begin to wither you will feel the accomplishment of reaching up towards the fireflies, moving them aside, and writing your name on the canvas of the skies.
Never back down and always push on to the next day.
"...and they hide the lost knowledge of unsung poetry"
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