Inside

There lurks in that heart
A darkness
That lies hidden.
Concealed from the peering eyes.
Of society.
When it is revealed
There is fear
Because this darkness
Is the essence of chaos.
Spread over it all,
A thick cover,
Sticky sweet and sickly
The stench of falsification
Beguiling the gullible,
Longing for acceptance
The dead flower grows
Thorns reaching out,
Crushing the reality
Nothing left,
Just empty blackness
Longing to be filled
With something else.

Take everything from the inside, and throw it all away.
Erase all the pain.

Emergance

Surrounded by the protection, nothing can hurt or damage. There is constant and assured safety under the cover of the smooth surface of the shell. Gradually, as time progresses, the shell becomes a hinderence. The shell strains to withhold the shifting beneath it, stretching to contain the increasing mass.

The day comes. The shell has finally broken. And yet it has been encased for so long, there is still hesitation. The blinding light pours through the rift.

Rising Fire

The burning sun rises on the horizon, casting a blinding glare over the bleak landscape. Cliff edges fade into the horizon, casting their heavy shadows over the sand. Small shapes skitter through the shadows, disappearing before the revealing light fully dawns. As the sun rises, the shadows haltingly recede and the fading cracks and trails are made visible, leading onward. The searing heat burns, sending smoke twisting across the sky. The fire is rising.

Blown Away

Across the endless plains of shifting dust, we drag ourselves through the storms of life.

Peace

We live in the order of chaos, yet there must be peace somewhere. A forest, where only the wind streams through the towering trees. Yet there come scavangers, shattering the peaceful silence with raucous calls.

Even the whispering leaves are interrupted when the vermin scurry through, following their paths under the forest carpet.

Storm clouds gather, the clashing of clouds begins. Lightning streaks down, full of power, incentive of fear. The rain cascades in torrents, a dull roar. Waves wash over the lake, the smooth mirror broken.

Where is the peace.

The Greatest Gift

The word that has countless facets. The word that belongs to all of us. The indescribable word. Faith and hope, two great things. Yet even these, that keep our velocity constant in the valleys of despair, are far surpassed by one thing.

Love.

Even if we should be models of perfection, without love we are nothing. Without love, no profit is made. Patience, kindness, rejoicing can never be present with the absence of love. Love never fails, even in the most dire situations. It is ever present, a sign of life in the darkness that surrounds us. It is a flower of hope within the bleak world.

No more will the harsh desert scrape and hinder our timeless pursuit. The grass grow, leaving a pure path of vitality.

A diamond, shining softly in the blackness. Our only hope.

Love.

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I do not know who I am.