keep marching on; do not waver. Please, do not falter, for once filled with belief, the impossible journey reveals itself to be a winding trail of small steps.
defenders tripping over their feet. BANG! the crowd gasps in disbelief.
shivers, chattering teeth, and cold whispers only accompany the joy brought by winter.
the chrysanthemums I pass remind me of you. but, you're gone; and though it's been a while, your absence has left me an empty patch.
Frost rests on a barren tree, but soon leaves will sprout. It's cold, but soon chicks will hatch. Life sprouts from the tree, and fruit will follow too. Young birds have hatched and will grow soon. Apples have started falling; a bountiful harvest it will be! The chickens, now ready, prepare to lay their eggs. The harvest stocks begin to dwindle and the tree starts to shed. Hens now tend to their nests; it's cold once again.
Dear Friend, I miss our riverside conversations. Though our destinies began to diverge, together we could have conquered nations. Life feels hectic, rushed, as problems emerge. No admiration of simplicity, and no everlasting careless chuckles, shared wit, shared joy, and shared ethnicity, neither cracking jokes nor cracking knuckles. I ask pardon for not doing better. I regret not lifting your shoulder's weights and for never having sent this letter, for not trying to be more than classmates. Looking back, I would assist you before. Truthfully, even now I should help more. Yours Faithfully, Tymoteusz Niewodniczanski
May good tides may bring you all to shore safely, the storm to subside as you climb the mountain, the dust to settle for your desert trek. May your journey succeed.
tranquil was my walk. interrupted by a "GROWL!", my run back was less.
chirping birds resting in the tree, wafting scents of cherry blossom, readying itself for sleep, a weary sun sets. strolling slowly back to smiling faces, a warm silence presents itself, as an abundant tranquility overcomes yourself.
Perhaps when I grow old and weary, I will appreciate this moment more. As I wisen, I'll understand the Lord's plan for me. But for now, I wallow in numbness, for there is no path before me, and I can see only a bottomless chasm.
When I looked in the mirror, my image did not appear. Sometimes I saw a man far greater, wiser, and stronger than myself. Praise of his epic conquests rang out from the heavens, and from the streets. Unstoppable, Unmoveable, he's everything I wanted to be. When I looked in the mirror, my image did not appear. Sometimes I saw a boy weak, twisted, spineless. A constant jeer followed him amongst all that he admired. Indecisive, Immoral, he's everything I was scared of being. When I look in the mirror, My image appears. I see myself happier, healthier, better than the day before. And though I'm the subject of no great epics, the people close to me are beloved. Imperfect, Improving, I'm going to be everything I want to be.
footsteps. creaking floorboards. an ominous laughter. shivers run down my spine. I'm not alone.
you crossed my mind again. we don't really know each other; i think that's a shame. and yeah, i'm busy, but i'd still rather text you and flirt. maybe take a walk, with bubblegum on our shoes, muddied jeans, and dirty shirts. i just wish i spent some time stuck with you.
it's been a mighty long trek; the campfire is especially cosy today. flickers of warmth invite me over, just to rest for a minute. my tired body obliges, laying my head not more than a metre from the soothing heath. but a minute turns to two, and that becomes far longer. i begin to doze off, as the calming embers embrace me. but, suddenly, i feel burning. blazing tendrils entrap me, scorching my skin slowly, melting away my flesh. i try to fight my way through the fire; i'm unable to escape. still i struggle until seemingly hours pass and finally, i've won. i've made it out of the great pyre. horror sets in, however, as i've done nothing but go back.
wake up! you're dozing off. there is not enough time for you to twiddle your thumbs and just dream.
keep working. you're not done. because even though you're tired, and sweat trickles down your back, and thinking seems too laborious, there is treasure waiting be be uncovered. there are wonderful places to be discovered, amazing people to be met, so you're not quite done yet.
i see your sadness, i feel your regret. every deepened sigh cries out "i should've done better". i felt this way not long ago because i failed too. but i picked myself back up, as i hope you can do.
shocked faces, sullen eyes remind me of what I could have done. the awkward questioning of what was happening leaves me spun. really i'm no prouder: the failure is louder in my mind. it's simply too late though, and so today i know i disappoint.
i should've written this a few days ago. honestly, i can't be asked right now, i think i'll fini
chasing at a thousand miles an hour and now i must halt. my legs yearn to keep running but i have passed my checkpoint, and cannot see my destination.
i crave the scorching sun's kiss, though I do not shiver, and just reminisce about simpler summer days.
many people have drowned before my eyes. and though i've always stayed afloat, every sunken ship is yet another treasure that i shall never see again. and now i see you stuck in a whirlpool; the urge to follow you tugs at me. but hard as i try, and care as i do, i guess i can't save you.
awoken from a dream in a cold sweat, i start to sob softly at what has concluded: a vision of tremendous peaks ending with nothing.
time is ticking, the clock strikes eleven. we don't have long left! all of our journeys will become memories; all of our memories will become dreams; all of our dreams will become nostalgia; all of our nostalgia will be forgotten. i just wish- the clock strikes twelve, time keeps ticking.
visions of clarity haunt my nightmares. contentment eludes me, contentment is nowadays rare. delusions of grandeur prevent my ambitions from becoming reality, from coming to fruition. yet dreams of accomplishment continue to occupy my conscious. i just need a glimpse of nirvana; i just wish i was ready for darkness. eternal struggles consume us all, one of us will break free, at least hopefully this finds you better off than me, hopefully one of us has found peace.
i never tripped over my laces, nor fell onto the cold, wet concrete. i simply laid my head down, wished to rest there for an eternity, and admired the stars with you.