Friday, December 15, 2006

so maybe the times of tide have changed.
swept across the great horizons, i may not be the unpolished shell i once was.
but still it feels deep within me, the shell's the same
unwavered by the salty seas or stormy skies, i stand certain with perhaps a more well tarnished exterior but the same old intricate interior if only u would be patient and unjudgemental enough to see and discover.

the same old interior that questions inscently about happenings, about the trials and tribulations that torment others and the need, practicality and the justice behind it all,
for this old interior simply cannot understand the unjust plague that overcomes the loyal, true and admirable,
it cannot understand the ways of the all mighty, even though it hands its undying trust and faith to it,
this old interior cares not for itself as much as it does others who deserve and are very much worthy of its care and love,
for it is for these few that it will and can do almost anything, and hence it continues to question and search endlessly, as to why the unjust befall those unworthy of this phlight,
it seeks out to ask for some compassion, for some self relief, for some slackening in the ways of cruelty that surround this world upon these preciuous, undeniably examplary few,
deep down, this shell knows that its questions will never be answered but it can only long and hope and pray that perhaps the tides may change again, and steer these very much loved few onto a path were suffering and pain is but a distant figment of their own past and present imagination.

admist it all this shell is grateful for what it has.
with undying and unfulfilled dreams it hopes and longs for more to come and happen but still it is content with its exsistance,
for its exsistant joy is independent and devoid of pretensious fallacies and flaws and mind games,
a more matured exsistance has come to value the value of the present, the magic of here and now rather than, then and forever.
hopes and dreams encompass its future but it is desire to attain them and not desperation that govern its present.
hence for its fortunate exsistance it is content, but for that of the precious gems it simply is discontent and hopes that the faith and believe will sail them across sunny skies and rainbow ridden dreams.


Posted by shellsofsilence at 2:34 PM