I understand this is a lot like yesterday's, but I didn't have a lot of time do much today. I'm so exhausted. All of you are in my prayers. <3
As we cross the morning dew, onto the staircase of troubles, we look below at ourselves and others as well. To time travel, is what we wish. But, we remain on this staircase, the one where where we keep our troubles, and below we go. We feel and yet think that falling and dropping it all, will create a final masterpiece. To give ourselves away to anything just to feel beauty again. We’re falling. The paint brushes against the cement with colors that we’ve never seen before. The colors express our emotion yet in simplest form. As I leave the staircase, I leave my past. As I held on for so long. As I wanted it to past. The colors surround my mind. For they remain in place. But I will leave this place of troubles, and one day find a better staircase.