How I believe in my consciousness' pedestrians. How I believe that right people come into my life at the right time. They may not come to stay, no, but to show me, open my eyes, read me a sign that I was looking at for so long but couldn't focus on what it meant. Take me by my shoulders and remove me from the rough bole that was blocking my sight, hurting my skin. Dark-dominating things I saw, making me blind and leaving me feel like a fool, and offer me a whole forest. Offer me another truth. How I believe that at the end universe gives me exactly what I needed.
'You have a choice,' he told me. 'Either you are going to see a world for what it is, or you are going to want to see it as a perfect world where all is how is supposed to be and it is going in a direction that is supposed to go.' To my fragile substance soul and my graceless heart, this wasn't a tough decision to make. I choose the later. Wasn't it obvious all the while?
Changing of the perception is what I needed in order to become. And now, now he calls me SWEET and KIND. Now I own the field and write the sky. Didn't I ever?
His objectiveness to my past, my memories, my feelings and to who I though I was and to all that was left of me, gave him a clear picture of what I truly am. He saw my folly. It was easy for him to see through me and reduce me to a word in order to free me. Letting me be glorious. And I am proud to be playing that part.
No he is not a man of my dreams, he only reminded me that I have dreams. He is not a man that judges my beliefs or laughs at my sins.
Yes, he became great to me.
In his life I must stay.
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