Another one of these...
I have once again writen my thoughts in an unusual way for myself. It's weird. But I like it. And it feels so good. Here it is.
--Soul Searching--
My soul... so diverse. Though it's lightness shines with all it's strength and joy, there is a quiet saddness that lies within it. It's the very thing that leaves people to think that I can not speak a word, when I would love to sing out my entire heart. But I cannot.
How unjoyous is that sad thought?
Hum... Does it matter that my mind can't stop thinking about things that can never be? It leads me to hope something great will appear, but this is an impossible matter. I swear to you that it is. Magic and mystery, romance and deception that leads to an unending love,
and a pureness so unheard of that many would shiver at the very thought of it...Is it creative genius....
Or madness?
I am left with all these questions that will never be answered. Thoughts and feelings pitied apon by those who feel what I wish to feel. Why pity me? I do not wished to be pitied. I wish to be loved. By someone who I love and they actually, truely, mean it when they say, "I love you, you idiot."Is someone like that possible to find?
I'm finding it very hard to believe right now.
Soul searching... Come leap into the thoughts of confusion and brilliance with me! Get lost in yourself, and ask the questions over and over and over again!
Though you may not find the answer, knowing the question gets you halfway to the explanation.
Would you be willing to lose yourself? To be yourself? To learn more about yourself?
Come with me my friend. Though the results are not always promising, you will be relieved to know the truth. I wish I had known of these things sooner. Maybe I would have come to terms with who I was earlier. My madness, or genius, whatever these thoughts might mean,
are a part of me, and I except them. Do you accept your flaws, your wants, your soul?
Do not reject yourself! Just keep asking why. Maybe one day..... your soul searching days..
will have a sweet, satisfying end.
--The End--
--Soul Searching--
My soul... so diverse. Though it's lightness shines with all it's strength and joy, there is a quiet saddness that lies within it. It's the very thing that leaves people to think that I can not speak a word, when I would love to sing out my entire heart. But I cannot.
How unjoyous is that sad thought?
Hum... Does it matter that my mind can't stop thinking about things that can never be? It leads me to hope something great will appear, but this is an impossible matter. I swear to you that it is. Magic and mystery, romance and deception that leads to an unending love,
and a pureness so unheard of that many would shiver at the very thought of it...Is it creative genius....
Or madness?
I am left with all these questions that will never be answered. Thoughts and feelings pitied apon by those who feel what I wish to feel. Why pity me? I do not wished to be pitied. I wish to be loved. By someone who I love and they actually, truely, mean it when they say, "I love you, you idiot."Is someone like that possible to find?
I'm finding it very hard to believe right now.
Soul searching... Come leap into the thoughts of confusion and brilliance with me! Get lost in yourself, and ask the questions over and over and over again!
Though you may not find the answer, knowing the question gets you halfway to the explanation.
Would you be willing to lose yourself? To be yourself? To learn more about yourself?
Come with me my friend. Though the results are not always promising, you will be relieved to know the truth. I wish I had known of these things sooner. Maybe I would have come to terms with who I was earlier. My madness, or genius, whatever these thoughts might mean,
are a part of me, and I except them. Do you accept your flaws, your wants, your soul?
Do not reject yourself! Just keep asking why. Maybe one day..... your soul searching days..
will have a sweet, satisfying end.
--The End--