he takes many forms.
he is in human form most of the time, because it seems more personable.
he isn't stupid, he is one of the smartest beings ever.
The way he uses his intelligence is completely different than most.
his wisdom is something ancient.
his shoulders broad, with unbreakable hands.
his eyes, many colors- blue, green, gray, red.
he is welcoming.
"loving" even.
his voice fills that void in your soul.
only for a moment, making you want more.
his smile, porcelain white....
mesmerizing.
The underneath qualities are what you need to worry about.
the manipulative behavior.
The cruelty.
They will soon be the only things you hear.
he will leave bruises on the inside.
he will become controlling
over your thoughts and your actions.
he will make you see and feel an unfathomable amount of anger and sadness.
he is unbearably strong.
he will bind you with your words.
he will silence you with your actions
he will control your every thought.
making you feel the hatred he feels.
making you see ugly things.
nothing beautiful can come from this "relationship".
The only way to leave this relationship is to find his adversary.
He already loves you.
He loves you even with all the negative thoughts your courter placed into your mind.
He will fill you with a feeling of love once more.
He will brighten you with his overwhelming light
He will refresh you with rest of the mind.
He will help you fix what was broken.
He will never leave.
He will love you until the end of time.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
It's The Little Things.
He looked away from the clip board scarred by scribbles of scientific psychology.
"Tell me," he begins, "What makes life worth living?"
A big question for one person to answer. I blankly stared at him questioning all of his logic, then reluctantly continued with the answer.
I stared at him with a smile, "Well, it's the little things."
Saying nothing else I waited, feeling very proud of my answer.
His eyes never looked down at his scribbles once, "Tell me more."
The three words I hated to hear him say, but I knew I needed to elaborate.
"Well, it's the way the wind moves, speaking softly to those who listen.
"It's the passing smiles people share.
"It's the sunrise after an all nighter.
"It's the blasting music when you drive around with absolutely no where to go.
"It's the ability to look at the clouds and see shapes and creatures.
"It's being able to see the sunset everyday.
"It's the stars. All of them.
"It's the giggles with the family.
"It's the photos of memories past.
"It's the ability to be able to get out of bed everyday.
"I't's being able to see, hear, feel, smell, taste.
"It's being able to feel emotions, both crappy and amazing.
"It's making mistakes.... I don't know.. It's the little things."
He smiles, pushing his glasses up on his nose, then scribbles once more on the pad of doodles.
"Alright, you're free to go." he stated bluntly with a smile. "I will see you next week, have a great day."
And with that I was on my way.
Walkign outside of the building to my car I felt the warm breeze brush against my face, tossing my hair into a frantic mess.
I smiled and said to myself, It's the little things.
Godspeed<3
"Tell me," he begins, "What makes life worth living?"
A big question for one person to answer. I blankly stared at him questioning all of his logic, then reluctantly continued with the answer.
I stared at him with a smile, "Well, it's the little things."
Saying nothing else I waited, feeling very proud of my answer.
His eyes never looked down at his scribbles once, "Tell me more."
The three words I hated to hear him say, but I knew I needed to elaborate.
"Well, it's the way the wind moves, speaking softly to those who listen.
"It's the passing smiles people share.
"It's the sunrise after an all nighter.
"It's the blasting music when you drive around with absolutely no where to go.
"It's the ability to look at the clouds and see shapes and creatures.
"It's being able to see the sunset everyday.
"It's the stars. All of them.
"It's the giggles with the family.
"It's the photos of memories past.
"It's the ability to be able to get out of bed everyday.
"I't's being able to see, hear, feel, smell, taste.
"It's being able to feel emotions, both crappy and amazing.
"It's making mistakes.... I don't know.. It's the little things."
He smiles, pushing his glasses up on his nose, then scribbles once more on the pad of doodles.
"Alright, you're free to go." he stated bluntly with a smile. "I will see you next week, have a great day."
And with that I was on my way.
Walkign outside of the building to my car I felt the warm breeze brush against my face, tossing my hair into a frantic mess.
I smiled and said to myself, It's the little things.
Godspeed<3
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