There was this young boy, lost, alone, walking in the steps of an empty man.
Questioning the existence that life gave him, questioning all means and testing all boundaries.
Caring, loving, sensitive he wanted to give life to everything he touched, and trying to give that life to himself to feel the love and joy that people a rounded him seemed to feel!
Looking in mirrors, looking for a refection, as if the person he saw was not the one that he should be!
Pictures, music, and film, gave life and meaning to stories, seemingly capturing that story in the eye of its holder. It gives a sense that it’s there; they’re in that moment, when you feel what they each hold, it touches you, the surreal feeling of life!
Getting caught up looking for answers as if life was a crossword with no answers.
Asking; why doesn’t my life give me that hair standing moments, grass that’s green and a fairytale ending? We only ever see the key moments, we get the birth, growth, and the end, he never could understand it.
I was born to create life, to lead, Im greater than life itself! Not confidence did he hold, it was unawareness to the reality of walking in a hollow shell. Looking out at life, it was moving so fast and he hadn’t moved in the way he felt fostered his needs.
Giving himself a reason to be here, like life depended on this one person, like life was just some fabric, and he was the one to wear the jumper to lead the way for others to follow.
Why? Why does he feel that he had a greater curse for himself, like look there, see it, a footprint of this young man that once gave life the peasants of his gracious time. He felt pride in the idea of majesty, people needing him!
Is it more than a plan? is there a motive for this young king?
So he found a corner, darker than night, covering every part of his skin so that he could preserve himself so when time was right, stepping out to lead the people.
He didn’t understand, how can you lead when you cant be seen! How can life give you moments to capture if there isn’t anything but darkness! How can people love you, if he himself couldn’t love or feel loved!
Like him, we are all searching for answers to questions that cant be found, instead of fighting, looking, disagreeing with existances, find the life that’s out there to be found, find questions that you have answers to.
Life, love, and passion are all in the eye of the holder and you need to be willing to look out side that shell and be confident with no one but yourself!
Its better to die burnt that it is to be with pale skin.
SO DON’T WAIT FOR ANYTHING,