The heart is a bloom, growing up from the stone ground.
Life is merely a faction of what is, what is not seen and what is yet to be seen. Some things are supposed to be hidden, yet some things have driven us closer, to the point of revealing them from the hide.
Sky's of neon, air of cold, ground of hot.
Music is something that drive's us, inspires us, and heals us.
From the point of life, death, living, birth.
Sometimes we don't understand, but can't help to stop and glare at the life that we inhabit, graced with luck for being placed in what there is.
We mistreat it, taking things from wonderful to dreadful in a minute, yet once it is over.. the love of life is gone.
What we have is wonderful, treasure every moment of it; You don't know when it might end.
Greed, power and a lust for the lower side of life has driven what we know to it's demise, but bringing it up from the trench may not be as hard as what the eye can see.
Hiding, the powers of what can be lie just beyond grasp of touch, the realm of what we know staring on. We can only imagine what is to be, what is.. we only know what we see.
For all people who seek the better side of life, understand what I am getting at. The essences of love and music is the only thing that drives us in this world of war and hate; the only light at the end of the tunnel shines on.. Lightly gracing the skin of some, while the rest stay in the dark.
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