Thursday, September 13, 2012

Abstract of my discerning

Left everything with a blind sight. On a road that holds no familiarity to my conscience. The only baggage I carried was high spirits. High spirits and optimism that I tattooed to my back. Kissed my comfort good bye as I shut my eyes. My life, my eternity and my reason to exist all embedded in that place I exiled. With eyes wide shut it wasn't darkness that surrounded me. I have began to dream a new dream. See my spirits are not less than a wanderer. I hold no reluctance to distance nor to the unexpected. I am intimidated from no one but myself. I am my savior and I am my own torment. How I pave my path is in my hands and not what I fear that I can not see. My lord is my witness, I carry a bliss to ease me at peace. Cursed be my soul if I ever carry pride. I want to inherit appreciation for every breath I breathe. I find purpose to my life with every smile I pour out on somebody's face. From every hand I shake and every hope I give. I have begun to understand why life was never about me. I praise every soul that ever lit my day. Every soul that came my way. Whether to stay or cause dismay. They forgave my short comings and my mistakes. My imperfections and my hate. This road I paved I don't ever want to astray. My peace lies within the comfort of every soul that I may pass. And as I keep these eyes wide shut I have gained a better sight. My home, my life, my eternity and my place shall be carried with me through my very actions. I will depict them for the better. I will honor them with every drop of happiness I may procure.