Waking up to a blue sky is, for some, considered an average gift. People seem to believe that the human eye can only gather so much beauty, yet, when the eye is in love with a site, it gathers it time and time again, creating greater images for its imagination...
I have now consumed what is called a "boat load" of reality, just in this past week. Catching up with my inner self and questioning my strongest strengths was the best thing for my heart. I found myself thinking happier thoughts of you, me, and us' together. Wonderful. Yet, I am still in the hole. Little do outsiders know, I still stand to see blue skies and hear birds sing at sunrise. I'm alive...
Before anything, I am blessed. Each character I write, I hope you read. Assuming you do, I just want to thank you for making me stronger and better each day. I'm growing and changing drastically; not for the better but for the best. Will you be there in my time of utmost triumph, to celebrate victory? After all the struggle starts to fade and the pain tames, will you return to my hand, becoming my angel again? I am happy now. I am thankful now. I am patient now. I'm alive...
God is a figure of greatness. Shall he take me home early, how will it affect/effect the one I love? With every breath I take, I say this life is a BLESSING...
