When Lou Said 'young Man! Hush Your Cries And Dry Your Tears Away' And When He Said, 'Darling Just Hold

When Lou said 'young man! Hush your cries and dry your tears away' and when he said, 'Darling just hold on!' and when he urged, 'Don't you let it kill you, even when it hurts like hell!', it felt like a message from up above and him being the conveyer to the tired shriveled up hearts down here...

Let's not blame the conflicts of heart and brain in every situation. They know they are one and belong to each other. No decision reaches the brain to contemplate before the heart already approves of it. They have this deal signed, with no apprehensions and doubts. So if our brain decides something that later proves wrong, let's not say we didn't hear of our heart. We did. If not us, then the brain did. And the heart and brain both had made it a goal, to lead you and me to the doom, while they laugh viciously at the background. Thus, it is not heart Vs brain. It is 'heart and brain' Vs 'me and you'.

Water caressed me simply, like a friend from the past. The deeper I go, the silences engulf, making me wonder if I am alone. But while I drown into it, it covers me like a blanket, a friend's blanket and makes me believe I am safe in water's arms.

Deep Water Prompt #2384

I see her at the edge of the forest, watching our village with sad, longing eyes. That bear, black and hulking, with the delicate face of a girl.

There were starry night, beautiful evenings, warm sun, and red hued mornings, even before I began perceiving them. They didn't need my recognition to exist and be themselves. I only acknowledged them when I had enough brains to.

We don't need others to recognise us. Let's just be there, exist, be our best beautiful self. And the best ones will acknowledge it as soon as they find their senses.

It intrigues me a whole lot, how peaceful the sky is even when there is so much chaos, and pain, and death below. It is strange as well as assuring. The gentle blue peace of sky is sure to remain unaffected no matter what conspires below. Often, it makes me believe that while my life may have storms and hurricanes, the horrendous nights will always be followed by bright, orange red mornings. That while I may not have anything to be happy about, I'd still be glad for the new day.

The comedy of life or the tragedy of death.

What should I believe in?