Monday, September 22, 2008

Anchors Away.

Floating atop an azure and glassy sea, the vessel happily bobs to and fro.
Beautiful and powerful, it boasts sails of strength that tell of conquests from which few survived to bear witness.
Those few rarely reveal their tales anyway.
Its current location at the dock is well deserved after a perilous and heart-wrenching journey.

The ship begins to drift away from the security of the town.
The local townspeople do not notice its slow departure.
But the next morning, when the ship is barely visible upon the horizon, they wonder why it left.
The gossip in town was that the boat was not set to depart for more than a month, but the reality did not meet the tales.

The answers upon the boat were no more clear, until the anchor was discovered to have been severed.
Gone, without a telling trace.
The crew, quite saddened by their sudden and unexpected lack of stability, is downtrodden.
The skies around them have grown dark and cold - ghostly in appearance.
The color of the world has left them: only blues, grays, and blacks are found.

Even the captain himself can no longer offer words of encouragement.
He is melancholy and silent, and frequently withdrawn into his hold.

Day after day, the ship sails on, into nothingness.
The men have given up on a destination, for all their supplies were unloaded onto the dock.
The hunger and hopelessness is obvious and leaves a desolate taste in their mouths.

When you've lost your anchor, to what must you cling?
Passing driftwood does no good, nor does the ship itself.

No, the only way into the color-filled world again is to find the anchor you lost and restore it to its rightful place.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

What It Takes.

Sometimes, it takes a drastic, dramatic event to make you accept and embrace a change in perception.
Sometimes, it takes only 1 word. 
Sometimes, it takes him telling you 1,000 times that you are beautiful before you believe he means his words. 
Sometimes, it takes only a kiss for you to believe it. 
Sometimes, it takes walking away from the one thing you know to learn how to fly. 
Sometimes, it takes only the help of your friends. 
Sometimes, it takes masks and faux grins to survive the gauntlet. 
Sometimes, it takes only a genuine smile and an open heart.  

Sometimes, it takes hearing a song more than once before you cherish it. 
Sometimes, it takes only one spin before your heart explodes in its presence. 
Sometimes, it takes a near death experience to take each hour seriously.
Sometimes, it takes only known pending death. 
Sometimes, it takes thinking to make the best decision. 
Sometimes, it takes only instinct.  

And sometimes, it takes love to break the walls down you've built up. 
Scratch that: it always requires love. 

About Me

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I live amongst the dragons and the warriors of the 21st century. I surround myself with both the peasants, the aristocrats; the knights and the maidens. For a long time (now quite in the past), I wove the structure of my life around the mold others saw for me. I've since learned to live for God and myself. Freedom comes and goes as I remember this lesson of mine. But my life is MY life: a series of events and remembering such. And this, this beautiful montage, is why I wake up every morning. God willing.