The Rains
To never see the ending must sound like a magical paradise a life of boundless possibility right?...Unbroken will determination like no other??? For the opposite end of the spectrum eternal wondering confusion pondering and questioning of why? why why ? For we all given life and a path and the weight of the worlds that surround us and the weight of thus universe. For atlas even grew tired trying to hold up the sky. For we look to the sky for answers for what truly exists in a world outside of our own. Seeking the rain of answers in a drought of existence is one of the toughest challenges to face day in day out year after after year. For the mirages come and go but you never truly drink from the chalice and feel the refreshment and the nourishment you desire. For the journey has made one weary and weak from the past battles of yesterdays and future tomorrows. For to pull Excalibur from the stone is tis just a fantasy but a far far reality for artorius was a leader of his knights and a commander in the times of darkest hours. Tho most of us never battle the Saxons in a bloody bloody massacre, we are the bandages the oxygen the meds the antibiotics of the trials and tribulations of the bloody massacre we call romance. A healing spirit in the destruction of shattered skylines of the heart massive earthquakes tsunamis you name it being light in the darkest hours is a honor in a own right but also a curse For to feel honored we want for ourself and no matter what the prize u seek is trophies ribbons etc there is also chance for failure but with failure comes drought and and with drought comes praying for rain and just like the farmer we want to have a successful crop and after so many seeds sowed in life u wonder is the rain coming and will my heart ever grow. For the farmer is heart of the farm but with out the farm is there in no farmer. For it is all just on vicious cycle one can only hope that the rain will bring the answers and u wont look up and drown like the turkey To drown in a sea of drought and existence is a horse of a different color. So once more to beg for the angel of mercy to become ZEPHRYUS and bring the rain of education of life and the answer to a over filling diary of the tales of a mad man.
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