September 28, 2016

Hold On

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Where is the enchantment we are meant for? Where is the sharp pain of beauty so bright and bold we shake in our souls to see it?

We try to share our stories, bled out in paper veins, connecting the pulsing channels that should tie us to one another. But we lose the connection, severed sentences that dry us into machines, automatic thoughts, acceptable feeling.

Fade to gray, the clouds come in, rolling over the air that stretched our breath, our own unique desire for something brighter than this world offers.

It is a continual search of soul that comes up empty. A numbness that settles where our hearts should be, and in the disintegration of color, muted life dulls our dreaming eyes. We set our sights on the horizon, only to find a wall the height of the sky instead. We cannot pass. The only life left in our bones is a dull throbbing that pulses every few seconds, reminding us to somehow hold on.

Hold on. For the sake of your soul, hold on.

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  1. mwikaira27 says:

    I don’t feel alone when I read your thoughts. Thank you for being brave enough to share.

  2. Claire says:

    Oh, I so love this! I have no idea how I found your site, but I’m so glad I did!

  3. demb_h says:

    I’m glad I stumbled upon this post tonight. It sums up the past week and month to come perfectly.

    Thanks for sharing!

    H.

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