It is 2:36 a.m in the morning
Fogs and floods outside my window
House as quiet as my mind when my corpse lay to rest
And all I can think of is love.
Not the actions of love, not the thought of being in love, not even thinking of love JUST being love
Its greater than that.
Anger is an illusion
And happiness is a reality
Ive realized that illusions and fairytales has consumed our lives
and soon our souls.
Be pure within.
Although you may have a million seeds in your chest,
You know, those " you reap what you sow" kind of sins.
Those " I knew it was a sin but i did it anyways" kinda sins.
You ever wonder why you havent been stricken yet?
Because of love
God loves all his children and if anger was such a magnificent force we would all be dust before another dawn
Take heed to what the eye shows you you but it takes knowledge and understanding to analyze what the heart feels.
And no this is not a poem.
Its more like a message.
My soul is awoke now
Im no longer sleeping, I feel my insides glow like the sun on a summer morning
The curiosity of the owl that night turned into te consciousness of the singing birds the next morning
the moral of the story is...
Love will never be an easy thing to understand
But its worth it.