There are footprints in the snow that lead me to a version of you I know so well. There are memories of who we used to be that don’t belong yet of which still linger. The hours pass in due course. The eyes of those I have gazed into during the dark silence of night- they still pierce my mind no matter how long the passage of time since I last knew them. But did they ever know me? It’s doubtful. Nobody has ever known me because my truth has never been allowed to flower. Well, not until the words begun to flow, and when they finally came, they were a personal Jesus for a personal hell, and although the struggle to speak has been a long and arduous one, to speak the truth is all we can do. There is no blame attached to what has come to be, nor the need to settle scores, for the older I get, the more apparent it becomes that the truth is the only thing that matters. Pleasure raises a smile, but it soon wears thin, and those who base their lives on only this one sensation seem to be forever chasing their tails for a new tame thrill to paper over the cracks. Elliott Smith once sang that it bummed him out to remember, and it does to me, too, and yet it has to be done. It’s not enough to just seek happiness because happiness sedates. I said that once before, and I’ll say it again. To be aware of all things and to be at one with everything- there is nothing else that comes close. Kiss my lips. Hold my hand. Walk the line and raise your arms to those falling snowflakes. Smile not to deny but to embrace. Dance and cry and lose yourself in the tiniest glimmers of light. There are footprints. There are gardens. There are reflections of lovers that shimmer something golden even though so much has happened to diminish their light, but shimmer bright they do.
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Categories: Lucid
This is just great. Absolutely true. Awesome job. 🌟
That’s very kind of you! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂 x
Amazing man.. And many lines just matches my thoughts.. Loved it.. Hope I am able to write so well one day.. I do hope so.. Till then all the best to you and keep touching hearts of hundreds and thousands of people
I count myself very lucky to receive such a nice comment from you. Thank you! I think as long as you keep searching and continue the line of dialogue, you can achieve whatever you want to. As long as we speak our truths, the rest will follow 🙂
Hope so.. And it’s pleausre meeting you.. 😊
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I love reading you so much because I feel like you’re tapping into my chest–the tapping charges my heart, and restarts memories of my own. And these memories of mine will play in a loop for days and days.
Thank you, Kindra 🙂 I’m so pleased you can use these words to channel your own energies and memories. I think those loops we get stuck in can be so beneficial when we’re looking to conjure some emotion to set the world alight x
You’re welcome. And I agree 100%
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Thank you!
“Nobody has ever known me because my truth has never been allowed to flower….”
just rip my heart out!!! love this!! beautiful!
I’m so pleased that line touched you, my friend. Thank you! x
Nice POST ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank you! 🙂
‘There are reflections of lovers that shimmer something golden even though so much has happened to diminish their light, but shimmer bright they do.’ beautiful!!!
Thank you, Lois! I’m delighted you enjoyed that line. It’s nice to find hope in loss x
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from s. k. nicholas
Thank you!
I have lived this. It is a truth I walked away from to meet society’s expectations me but returned to because to deny it is self-annihilation
Self-annihilation indeed. Sometimes I wish I could go back to how things used to be, but that version of me is no longer here.
All we can do is mourn our past selves and continue.