Smile. For life is a gift. Love is a treat and companionship is a meal. Feed your soul. Rest your eyes. I believe.
Recently communication has been breaking down all around me. For months it never existed. In so many people's lives. Then we're left standing in the middle of a desert listening to Debussy or goreki's symphony #3- opus 36. Imagine a helicopter shot, circling a young girl. Her hand extended, a tear falling from her eye.
She holds a key in her left hand and a book in the right. Leave her alone, something tells you. The book has a drawing on it. You are drawn to the book. The book opens to show the subconscious past, a place where all your trauma and fears lie. A place of reminders, a strong powerful place, you've never been able to express.
You want to protect the girl. Take her from this place, hold her tight and tell her not to cry. Feed her soul...but you're afraid. Because she holds the key, the past, your fears. You walk away only to find yourself in the same place you came from, only you're the only one standing in the desert alive. bodies surround you with bleeding hearts. They look familiar to you, people you know, they just lay there. Abandoned, much like yourself. Nobody to heal their bleeding hearts.
Turn. Run as fast as you can. Faster and faster. Until a voice stops you and tells you it will be alright. I've been in your shoes. You sigh. You're not alone. As the years go on you end up standing in front of the child again. Scared, fearful, alone. The child opens her arms to welcome you. You run.
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