Eyes. They are both amazing, and deceitful. They supposedly help you see everything, but can stop you from authentically experiencing anything.
I leave you with a quote/video from one of my favourite songs, by one of my favourite artists.
Seeing is Deceiving, Dreaming is believing
I have taken break from writing my story Gray Hayles because I have felt a lack of inspiration. Which is weird because this story up until a month ago was dominating my thoughts constantly. Today that break ended. I was reading another persons blog when they suggested taking break from a story is fine but when it is too long it can become toxic. This blog suggested you write words no matter what even if you feel like what you’re saying in your head is not how it is coming out on paper. I took this advice and began to write one of the most poignant parts of this story. Somehow the words came together and I was able to write pages upon pages and when I was done I felt the rush I hadn’t felt in a month. The feeling that this story is still here and I still have the inspiration to write it. So this blog is sending out a big THANK YOU to http://throughtwoblueeyes.wordpress.com/2012/05/21/when-i-write/. Today my inspiration came from you and I am grateful for it. I will leave you with a little exert from the pages I wrote today which may be the best I have written so far. I am now more than ever overwhelmed with the excitement of finishing this piece.
There she lay with grey storm clouds in her eyes, staring into my soul. She did not look through me but rather into me, into the depths of my being that I desperately tried to keep hidden but were not safe from her stark gaze.
I was browsing topics and came across this blog http://viewfromtheafternoon87.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/ever-wonder/ This post inspired me to write this poem. Hope you enjoy!
Sometimes I wonder.
Who comes here?
Who places their feet,
where I ponder?
Sometimes I question.
Why is this life?
Why do my eyes cry,
is this a lesson?
Sometimes I think.
Will things change?
Will my heart float,
or continue to sink?
Sometimes I hear.
What are the words?
What can they do,
to dissolve my fear?
Sometimes I wonder.
Who comes here?
Who sits with me,
While I ponder?
You are the vine, roping me tight
holding my limbs when I put up a fight.
You are the tree, grounding my soul
I tried not to let you but my heart you stole.
You are the tear, falling from my eye
when I have no answer for my why.
You are the moon, lighting my darkness
showing me peace in all its starkness.
You are the sun, warming my heart
letting me know we will never part.
You are the song, ringing in my ear
calming my sadness, tabling my fear.
You are the wind, washing over me
keeping my spirit open and letting me be free.
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