Silent promise

Clouds drifted on the background of a violet morning sky. They were like the words in his head, calm but moving.
He was able to see them, yet not as the clear, confined lines of the pavement he was walking on.
Whenever he tried to touch them, the white dreams disappeared in the air. Life could be torture when the boundaries weren't visible.
The chains in which he was bound on this earth weighed heavy on him, the only thing he wanted to do is sleep and rest eternally in Hypnos' arms.
Two loving eyes were watching the grey, old man, struggling to walk and sighing at every step. Those eyes knew the past and felt his pain. A silent promise was made on the first day that they met eachother, years ago already, in June.
Birds were whispering in high pitched voices, they knew it would be the start of something new.
The people around him watched carefully how he was feeling that day, as if they hadn't done anything else in all those months, pretending happy
smiles. He knew better, those people had disappointed him many times in the short time that he has lived.
Finally he could escape their watch and go outside. His four feet touched the soft, young grass and left small footprints behind.
An ant crawled over a fallen leaf, not minding the brown eyes staring at him. Seeing that little soul made him think about the large world in which they lived in.
Others were probably looking down at him, in the same way he looked down upon the small ant. The insect crawled further over the leaf, down a stone, slipped over the dew and fell into a little hole. Helplessly, the little insect tried to get out of the confinement, wriggling his legs. He still looked down below, observing the struggle and sensing a tinge of despair at not being able to help out. Eventually he walked away, towards the fence and thought about the ant resting and maybe accepting his new destiny in the hole. Was he so different from the little worker? The fence stood taller than him, he too was unable to get away.
He felt sorry for himself, the passive ways had now become part of his character. He looked up at the Sun, shining bright and illuminating the path he walked on. That star was the ultimate being, seeing all and still offering a warm embrace. Why couldn't he be like her? Free and yet with a purpose, to love.
The wind blew the fence a bit open, it creeched and drew his attention. Five steps and maybe he could be like the Sun.

Silence

Enchanted by the vivid color green
Silence is the only true friend I've seen
He told me, while we were walking in the past
That true Happiness never lasts.

Don't strive to chase after the Wind
It merely dances out of your hands
Like Fortunes whisper only reaches
The ear that not depends.

The key to fulfilling your dreams

Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Simon and Garfunkel - Bright eyes
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"I hope, I dream, I do!"  The power of hope in fulfilling your dreams and actually DOING them.
The phrase above was written on a poster on the wall of my English class. It triggered a waterfall of thoughts inside of me, questioning the truth of this matter.
Is Hope such a powerful emotion that it can move mountains and lead us, with our stubborn egos, to do what we dream of?
I´d like to say yes. Hope can thrive in the darkest times and driest deserts. People who only have known oppression still carry a little spark in their eyes, the light of hope reflects in
their hearts. Once they have the strong feeling that everything somehow will be better, once they hope, then they are mentally ready to make the big change and break out of the cage
of their misery, either caused by others or by themselves.
Many people are stuck in the mindset that life merely offers pain and neverending sorrow, and they are often egoistic in claiming that everyone has turned against them. Every slap in their face has, according to those people, the sole function to hurt them, let them feel the burn of living on this planet. That is not true. We can choose to turn the other cheek at life and let it slap us twice, or we can stop its hand in the air and ask it: ´Why do you wish to hurt me? Enlighten me on this matter?´.

 Each obstacle we see in front of us, the last, the current and the next burden we have to carry is brought to us to learn from it. See pain as an injection with a virus, it does a bit
of mental and physical damage, but our soul eventually makes antibodies against it. We slowly get better and feel stronger than ever. Our mind has learned how to cope with the
distress. We have the tools and are experienced now. Life has healed us.
Once people have seen the true intentions of this short phase called "life", then they are open to constructive emotions as hope and love. We need to have both eyes inside, to see the progress and growth of our soul, and outside, to still see what´s happening out there.
The next logical step in an healthy humans mind is to think about the future, thus dream. Dreaming is mostly seen as irrational and more as a waste of productive time. Current society expects us to behave as robots, whose only purpose is to work and be succesful. Yet dreaming is highly productive and a balm for our souls.
 I can´t say that we don´t need to keep our feet on the ground at times, but we need to look upwards, reach out to the Sun and dream of better things.
Dreaming and hoping form a circle, the one makes the other stronger. When the strength grows, we form a certain passion for it. This is the direct path to action.
Dreams to which no action follows are a pass time, and to me eventually an empty shell. Many people carry regrets due to missed chances. The passion was there, still is, they were somehow afraid to take the jump. This is one of the biggest mistakes we can make, our minds stop us, making excuses (whether based on reason or not) to stop following our heart.
My goal in life is to never stop hoping, always keep dreaming and do the things I want to do.

Citylights

The citylights blend in the empty night.
A vague idea of going nowhere haunts my mind.
Driving in a desert with your shadow on the side.
Words fell like rain, vaporized
Nothing left behind.
Only silence clouded the speed of sound.
We became light, we faded from the ground.
Homes disappeared along with the dreams that kept us bound.
The thin air tore at our lungs
We sensed, we were found.

Seasons

Winter tears falling like Autumn leaves
White matching the gray air I breathe
Breathing a colour that my heart slowly fades into.
Every season has its own tears.

You came with Summer, brought the Sun
Spread rays of yellow, took away the hurt
I welcomed the change, followed a trace
Leading over the sand, into your warm embrace.

There we stood, holding, even when the clouds came
Predicting darker times, Autumn rains
Hope never died even when the wind tore our worlds apart
I still know that you will be found by my loving heart.

Spring will come.