cynram on Sep 11 13, 18:22
Farron, always have hope. I'm here if you need to talk or anything.
Blog :: Sep 11 13, 02:43
A Time...
by Farron, (http://farron.shoe.org/)
a time for love and a time for hate...wise words...slowly taken...painfully absorbed...when thereis blood spilt or hearts broken....time....is cruel...it slows..it creeps...it stops where it seesyou hurting the most...and pauses...laughing...
Time and hope...do they both sound like beautiful words? They are...time spends itself regardless of energy or matter or light or sound..time is always there...the past, undeniable,....the present, you are in it....the future, is this moment....and this one..
Hope...be it strong or weak...lives in us all...it may be hidden...it may be buried...it just may be all over your face...that being said...hope, to quote Noel (FFXIII-2), is a double edged sword....cruel to those who cling to impossible dreams...and when you are sitting alone....aching for a touch...a hug..a caress..a kiss...time and hope mingle...morphing into a monstrous malicious apostate....driven to kill you slowly with your own hope...your heart broken...your dreams shattered...your tears even...fall one...by one...like a storm...then they all fall at once...
:').....When we cry...think how we sit there...breathing the pain in and out....does it not feel as after a storm?...the steam rising from the ground in ascending tendrils...the ground breathing almost with gratitude...the air just a bit...cooler...the sun glaring behind the clouds impatiently burning the clouds away....just as...
your pain...always waiting...when your attention is diverted by work...or a friend who makes you laugh for a moment...it always is there...lurking like a demented mute banshee...
Time...will carry us thru from one moment to the next...so I hold on to hope ...anyway..though it tears me...a gash...worried never to heal...yet I feel the hope burning anyway...
....though my heart grieves that I will feel like this forever...maybe my heart...won't be broken forever...after all.
For I am a child of the One True King...God Himself....He says to smile and pick myself up.......how can I say no?....
With my heart broken and heavy...my spirit broken and weary...I give my hope..and time...to God...
Would that he blesses me and all those whose very being have been shattered...to sense the true hope...the one where I feel safe...and loved...and appreciated...and held...and made love to ... yes that too...
*The Valley may be my home yes...but a bird...may land...a friend may stop by...i'm always here...and here..is where you will find me..*
Time and hope...do they both sound like beautiful words? They are...time spends itself regardless of energy or matter or light or sound..time is always there...the past, undeniable,....the present, you are in it....the future, is this moment....and this one..
Hope...be it strong or weak...lives in us all...it may be hidden...it may be buried...it just may be all over your face...that being said...hope, to quote Noel (FFXIII-2), is a double edged sword....cruel to those who cling to impossible dreams...and when you are sitting alone....aching for a touch...a hug..a caress..a kiss...time and hope mingle...morphing into a monstrous malicious apostate....driven to kill you slowly with your own hope...your heart broken...your dreams shattered...your tears even...fall one...by one...like a storm...then they all fall at once...
:').....When we cry...think how we sit there...breathing the pain in and out....does it not feel as after a storm?...the steam rising from the ground in ascending tendrils...the ground breathing almost with gratitude...the air just a bit...cooler...the sun glaring behind the clouds impatiently burning the clouds away....just as...
your pain...always waiting...when your attention is diverted by work...or a friend who makes you laugh for a moment...it always is there...lurking like a demented mute banshee...
Time...will carry us thru from one moment to the next...so I hold on to hope ...anyway..though it tears me...a gash...worried never to heal...yet I feel the hope burning anyway...
....though my heart grieves that I will feel like this forever...maybe my heart...won't be broken forever...after all.For I am a child of the One True King...God Himself....He says to smile and pick myself up...
....how can I say no?....With my heart broken and heavy...my spirit broken and weary...I give my hope..and time...to God...
Would that he blesses me and all those whose very being have been shattered...to sense the true hope...the one where I feel safe...and loved...and appreciated...and held...and made love to ...
yes that too...*The Valley may be my home yes...but a bird...may land...a friend may stop by...i'm always here...and here..is where you will find me..*
© 2013 by Farron, http://farron.shoe.org/
Faith is knowing and believing in that which we cannot see or feel right now. Know that love will find you again.