Blood Seeping Into Barren Land, Bodies Litter Sea And Sand.

Blood seeping into barren land, bodies litter sea and sand.

Some say this is high and grand.

Do the hopeful flowers that grow from the decaying flesh beneath their roots, justify the death that blossomed present fruits.

Why do we continue to fall victim to each other, when all we have is one another. We butcher and plunder, then pretend to learn from our past mistakes, yet humans repeat themselves and all for their own sake.

I buried you in a shallow grave, covered you in heartache and pain. Out of sight you may be, but I still feel you next to me.

We read about life in books and watch it on screens but living it is harder and not as easy as it seems.

Bundled clothes, toys and books in messy rows, how quickly the time goes and how fast i seemed to grow.

Rosy cheeks sprouting freckels in the summer heat, feeling the prickly grass beneath my feet.

Flying over ground faster than sound, i remember pretending to be a cloud, figures morphing in there mounds, thankfully never clowns.

Time well spent and always to be treasured, if only i had know that innocence could be weathered.

Peace I now find in flower fields. I am rich in pollen and birdsongs.

I started this blog as a way to distract myself from difficult things in my life, and I found distraction, but most importantaly I found myself participating in purposefull action (which is vital when drowning in apathy).

This account gave me something to wake up to, I would post something most days and I felt something other than dread, I felt hopeful and not as alone (even if my four white walls said otherwise). I started alone and now there are over 1500 of you guys and you're all so lovely and kind, and i can't thank you enough.

One year on , I'm writing a book and I'm in a much better place, and i want anyone who is going through a hard time to know that it will get better. I promise. I don't know what you're going through, but I do know that the night doesn't last forever. Soon you'll see the sunrise, and it will be beautiful.

I promise you it gets better.

A version of you somewhere in time and motion is smiling, eyes bright and heart full. Please wait to meet them, they have something to tell you.

When days are gray and mind in decay, close your eyes and picture another day. They exist I can assure you, new days with better beginnings and happy endings. All ahead of darkend times, the sunlight peeks golden in due time. Its going to be fine.

Our hungry hearts go on hungry. So I wonder

If i cut out the heart of the earth, what would I hold in my bloodstained hands.

I know that when i claw at my lungs I'm left empty handed, with a lack of air clouding me and yet only air I hold tightly then limply.

Is it simply this; we dig for gold but bleed our selfs dry in the process, left with straining limbs and weary eyes, while our bloody fingers clutch gold that holds no value only lies.