Submissive, quiet moments that clean up everyone of us,
All going in round circle, all growing and making a different sense.
I wish I was scared again, but these moments are parts of existence.
They are steps leaving marks inside, that make our way in the world.
What if world was all feelings? How much sense every person would make?
What if we all had to measure our growth with the glitters in our eyes? How rich would this world be? And how much peace would embellish our souls? Is it that all we see around us is a creation of our souls
and minds? And, if we can be rich and peaceful,
why is there storm in each
and everyone of us?
...there is time, time
enough
to find the life
and give it
away,
and
enough
time to say
"yes"
to
all the
questions,
because we
are real
and we
share
the
same roots,
so we can grow alike,
at least we can grow together.
For this, there are mornings and walking in a park
and the warmth we produce, the times when we cannot run
anymore, because someone dear catches us and cleans our trouble.
Life - different forms of submissive, quiet moments, the times we scream
and the times we try. A long row of "us" and of feelings that switch our position and our dreams. I wish I was scared, I'd feel even more, but I know this is a part of my existence. A part of ever-flowing sand upon its own origin and upon the fortunes of Nobody's God, as God released a bit of Him in us.