Liquid of Life
If I could talk to myself without the thoughts of being mentally insane, I would listen to each voice inside this quirky brain.
Your body your mind and hart always knows what is best, but still we rather listen to someone else that’s even more depressed.
The people we meet are like thunder showers. Here today gone tomorrow, making us drink their water in one big swallow.
Some waters take away the thirst and others makes us burst, burst into laughter or burst into tears and after that it feels like you have been dry for years.
My mind has so many words to say, but still I turn off the lights and sleep it away.
At the end of each storm there’s a silver cloud, something that reminds you to be proud, satisfied to be the sweetest water and every one you touch becomes a little taller.
I am most likely not perfect but at least I know, everything I touch will grow.
Copyright © Chris Smith | Year Posted 2017
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