Into The Abyss
From dust to dust and dust to dust – we’ve gotta be more than merely skin and bone. Cut my body; drain my blood, but you’ll never find me. Call me a vagabond – but I know I’ve got a home.
Somewhere.
That bittersweet scent of life – of hellos and goodbyes – it’s all just a part of the beauty of it, I suppose. The heartbreak and ache and pain that we are all too familiar with, maybe isn’t the worst thing after all. I’m wide awake dreaming and I think to myself, perhaps falling out of love is just as powerful as falling into it.
I feel as though I’m on the brink of some sort of awakening. discovery maybe. awareness. I’m not really sure what it is, but there’s a stirring deep down in my soul, a fire burning for something that I believe exists, but have not yet found. We are so much more complex, hidden within the shadows of ourselves, only to be aroused by something that strikes our souls. But how? Why?
I think a lot. I dream a lot. I feel a lot. I get so obsessed with the thought of what’s next. Always on the move, always looking for more, yet I’m still learning the fine art of letting go. It’s not so easy. Remembering the good, and having enough self control to not try and get it back – it’s an elegant dance, but sometimes it’s as though I’ve got two left feet.
Growing pains. But now they’re gone. And we’ve moved on. And it’s okay.
Oh, how I wish the best for you – I really do – and though my life rich, I’ve still mourned the loss of something that was once good.
Here’s to the happy years, the good years, the memories to cherish for a lifetime and beyond. Here’s to just another part of the beauty of it all.
My friend, here’s to letting go.
Does any of this make any sense?