A flash of red glinted in the reflection of the calm blue sea. Waves lifted themselves tirelessly from the surface and threw themselves backdown upon it with an endless vengence. Over these waves flew a magnificent bird. Its feathers where a thousand different shades of orange yellow and red that all melted into together to create such a beautiful collage that the sun itself was sinking in shame to the West. Its bright black eyes sparkled with extasy as it dipped and weaved through the waves and winds of the ocean; rolling in full circles to escape the grasp of the air and the capture of the sea.
Its an amasing sight. Two opposites, Fire and Water, working together to show such a sight of wonderful magic that any mortal eye that see's it feels as though the world can never be perfect again with out these two extraordinary forces working together.
Just like a tear drop splashing into a puddle, the hundreds of thousands of ripples that circle round the sorrow and beauty of an events govern our lives. Because without sorrow we would have nothing to look forward too, no one to cheer us and nothing to make us feel better. Without beauty we would have no comparrison to what is truley magnificent and what is nothing more then fakes.
So I leave you with one last scene of wonder that i hope that someday you will have the pleasure of watching and experiancing, who knows maybe you have...
For people stood together, feeling such happiness and joy that they felt they could have lifted off into the air and flew around the clouds laughing at all of the people who felt they had to change, had to be someone else to feel anything near to what they were feeling. The world seemed some how smaller, just centred around them and this moment of joy. The feeling of belonging and togetherness hit them so hard they almost collapsed against the wall with laughter and happy tears.
Never in the whole of their lives had they felt such wonder. Such happiness.
Moments like these make us who we are. Sure there are the bad times but time doesnt stop. And neither does the laughter the voices and the tears. a continual flow of memories and photographs are all we need. Just those few people who make us feel like we truely belong. That its okay if tomorrow someone whispers yoru name or trips you up in the street or corridor. Because you have those speical few who can lift you higher and make you feel more loved then those haters ever could
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ferniio made dem^^