The soft beauty of life
Sitting softly on the edge of reality the sun sets waiting for you. Colors so beautiful they treat the eye to the gift of nature. I find this beauty in your sole. Gazing deep into windows. Windows that open to life. Life outside my personal box. The place I call home, the place I feel safe.
Dark, cold, and gray. Not what most consider safe. The freedom and beauty of colors can be scary. Scary to loose. Sometimes you find yourself in fields of beauty. The tip of amazing only to find the cliff of reality and death.
Falling back to earth you now see the contrast. The true difference of warmth and cold. Beauty and your small personal box. It is hard to risk learning that lesson again.
How do you open up?
How do you run with your eyes closed?
How do you see the edge and still jump?
How do you kill your heart over and over and still convince yourself to try one more time?
Sometimes its like waking up in a drainage pipe. Hearing the water pass by you without a care. You stand and try to focus. Searching for a path. Searching with only the sound of the water to guide you. Starting to walk. Choosing a direction. One foot in front of the next. Then maybe you start to see a soft light in the distance. The end of the tunnel? Some will run. Fast and strong reaching the end. Finding happiness. Others run only to discover that the soft light was only the flashes of old memories as they die in your imagination.
But maybe the soft light is only the start. The beginning. The rise of a new day. Searching your eyes for the beauty that makes you feel at home. Beginning the day you wish would never end. Yet in the end you set yourself down softly at the edge of realty to witness the beauty that is you.
