gripping tight to the past knowing in my mind
its time to leave it, time to drop it,
but, its turning actions into words,
its convincing my heart to take the longest journey known to man, the 18 inches from mind to heart… the marriage of mind and soul …
beliveing that the best days are before me, and that the best things …
aren’t things…
material will fade,
but water cascades, flooded by grace…
finding beauty in the progression … soaking up peace that surpasses my finite understanding, turning pain into eternal fuel … finding my happy place …
a reality of dreams, where this smiles no longer a facade,
but truly how i feel.