The end is here. I have to forget.
When I feel lonely – he must be forgotten.
When I am feeling bad - he must get out of my mind.
When I feel lost – I must turn my back to the East, and look towards the West and pray that I am found and realization is just a sunset away.
Beauty lies within and when I feel ugly and discounted. I must reach within and pull out the stars, the golden sun, the purity of sincerity and grasp the pretty flowers that blossom within and hold hope close to my heart. Because I can only fulfill my journey– if the belief of the end can open a gate to my future. A future of creativity. —- To nurture another. To self-sacrifice —- those are my true meanings.
Love is like the wind, it must be felt – never seen. And to have felt a love like ours was my miracle. Mine to hold forever and reflect upon when hopelessness is yawning with the morning dew. Angels DO appear and angels WILL reappear.
Despair will slowly fade …… Promises are in the sunlight reflecting on the snow. They are just shadows reminding me to appreciate my surroundings and to just stop and to always smile.
Thank you my angel. Thank you for everything.
Believe………………….
I do believe.