Beautiful disaster

She loved him 

Not be because he was broken

But in spite of it. 

His pieces gave her purpose.

His disaster, her salvation.

But his edges were fragments

Sharp corners of reality 

Designed to destroy. 

Time , she thought, would soften the edges

Love would mend the pieces into whole.

But the pieces cut her open

With each mend, her heart became torn.

She thought she was healing him 

Until the  day he was gone 

she could find herself no more. 

The storm

Silence screams before the storm 

 Calm focus 

energy is inhaled by unknown force

slowly she exhales both emptying and consuming 

rage focused on those who dared to scorn

A flower emerges dewy petals born

After the emptying

Beauty flourishes on

Happenstance

I am not the sum of all that has happened to me

All that occurs is the sum of me

Like finger prints on a window pane

A distant memory of time that will remain

Engraved upon a distance ship

Abandoned put to sea

Blowing swiftly the winds of time

Fade off to distant memory

Vagueness occurs whilst hope dreams wearily on

Time reality

Are not the sum

The sum is now

Me

Free to fly

Step one is knowing

Knowing what you want

Understanding what you've been searching for

 Accepting you haven't found it yet

And maybe never will

Step two is the letting go

Letting go of everything you know 

Understanding it will never be the same again

Accepting no matter the outcome different is a good thing

Step three is walking 

Walking past the pain

Running into and through the fear

Embracing maybe they will succeed before you

Maybe you will forever be alone

Even so alone is a good thing

Step four flex your wings

You can fly if only you believe

Light the fire in your soul

Be your own kind of savior

Dying in the heart is a worse death than flesh

So let your soul run free

Free to try free to fail

Free to fly

The nothing of everything

Everything is nothing

Nothing is everything instead

She meant nothing he pleads

Though time and time she crawled from his bed

Everything is gone 

Is everything lost

In reality everything was nothing 

Nothing became everything

Everything was the cost

One moment is value

One moment is price

When price becomes payment

One moment becomes life

If nothing becomes everything

That moment everything goes away

Think first 

Is everything worth today 

If today wins over 

In the end it is true

It meant nothing

Nothing to you

Random

I will always remember the begining although I welcome the comfort of the end.