I have found the eyes that could gaze into mine and see my universe, arms that are castle walls protecting me from all, voice that speaks to make me believe the words I never could before.
He is awakening in me what has long been in slumber. His waves crashing into my fears, breaking them, washing away their pieces. Storm’s over… and here I stand, in full bloom as I fall into his embrace to never wither again.
Memories of a darkness I once lived consume me
They originate in my head nightmares of fluctuating intensities
The fog of vacuum around their ears nullify my screaming
Tormented and turned into ruins, the core of the earth now emerges as my only sanctuary
An escape from the heavenly winter night beauty
That only knew how to lie and betray me.
Happiness is sometimes a difficult emotion to put into words, because it can be so hard to understand. Maybe this is what makes one so hesitant towards feeling it – it’s rare, it’s extraordinary. It may even be blind – somewhat selfish – for it can exist without guilt. It makes others frown upon those who have found it, because it is so enviable at the same time. But it’s a gift, that knocks on everyone’s door, many still confused about its actuality to begin to let it in.
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