with love
He looked at me in a sinister manner, lost in a cold sadness. Seeking refuge in my eyes, he asked me, “Is this really it? Do you not see us together?” I answered in numbness, “We are friends. I never saw us as anything else.”
Love is tainted for many of us. It has no meaning in our world of avarice and sickness. As we move forward in our world, love will become jaded as we chase power, money and fame. No one knows who they are in this world. It’s a shattered mind that is tortured to become perfection. Several of us are programmed to be dreams of unfortunate pasts who don’t really know what is true love. As souls, we seek a truth that can soothe our wounds with love. How do we face the world when all that we are is nothing but dust particles living in consciousness of memories? The world spin in an energetic force of light and darkness but we look at it through the shadows of selective thoughts. When your heart aches and beats in pain, how do you help it heal through the sorrows of nightmares and sad daydreams? Dreams shape our world but when love leaves your soul, how do you watch the sun rise which brings light to your infected mind? Love comes back everyday when consciousness shields you in the arms of the creator. Joy is a facet of life that is minuscule in the heart of a sickened energy. The force that wakes us up every morning is the symbol of awakening and a spiraling energy of love. If only we could see through the eyes of the universal creator, the journey of soul towards the light of the celestial world. Love is the essence of the soul but how shattered is the mind in the world of chaos and despair? How do we find meaning when we are in a state of pain, regret and disgust towards the world of a dark consciousness? When the dreams are asleep, the nightmares crawl into our world to succumb our mind into madness and psychosis. The art of finding oneself can be disturbing for a mind that is in ultimate sickness. Love is healing, but there is no love in the world of avarice and violence. The fragile particles of love become scattered and to overcome this abuse requires strength through resilience. The mind hides the psychic memories of pain through layers of delusional egos who have hope for a better world. Who can wake up the dreamers who are split minds who have dreams of tainted memories?
