...you must be outta control, wreckless, free bird, a ship whose sail has been filled with wayward wind from every direction, no map, no X marks the spot, no sight to see... But does the heart really feel? Or is that just our personifications that validate the fact that we must have someone to blame? The mind is under the direction of who we are spiritually and it trickles down to those inner most deep pockets that claim void until life has been found in them... Are the depths unsearchable? Could it be that the highs are far fetched? Or even... Is it that we are most afraid that control may actually make us earn the gratitude, earn the appreciation, earn the pride to say that we have a grasp on the things that often run wild and free? If, just if we are not cowards, but courageous enough to own the reasons that we have fallen so short, then we live in control of the things that want to be our slaves; the things that come running with their own chains begging to be tamed by some soul with the patience to show the affection that has been lost at sea. Anchor, you must... Otherwise youll be just another soul begging to be freed...
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 04:39:56 +0000
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