The world is delivering pain today. Birds tumble in open skies. Branches, a slight slightly in the quiet adulation. Clouds build and diminish, torn by unseen winds. A quiet sweeps behind every moving car as they work their way into the morning.
Pain is all around. The birds sing a forlorn song that drifts unwanted on an early autumn breeze. The gentle chirps of orphan chicks unheard or unwelcome in this desolate morning. The weak sun fails to land on the world thwarted in turns.
Pain. Gentle breaths drift, enticing. Visions arrest of dreamers warm. Of a welcoming dark being painted by imaginations new and untarnished by hope. Orbiting their dreams, a foreigner. A burdened foreigner whose only baggage will hurt. A gentle smile as images of rampant happiness. The simple unending honesty of a childs smile. The enduring memories of the space they filled, they fill. Memories wrought onto a damaged world. Paper over cracks, hoping that they do not tear.
A nervous excitement of the journey ahead. An unwillingness to release those that burden this wretched heart. This saddened space, this stillness. The world is delivering pain today. Shifting at the edges is hope, promising better tomorrows and visions of dreams fulfilled. But today the world is delivering pain.
Sorry, a little self indulgent but today I am having to start out life anew which is going to be a hard and difficult journey without the lights in my life. Thanks steemit.