Awakening

I was. My body lies in a deep sleep...blind, deaf, mute, frozen...but I see, hear, talk, feel...no one hears me, sees me...no one talks to me, feels me...I see them, hear them loud, talk to them, feel them for I'm everywhere. Frozen in time, frozen words, frozen touch but I roam like the breeze. My skin so white and lips so dark, my heart so scorched yet beating moist memories aloud. Last journey severed mid-way, yet all the events fresh as dew. I stumbled, I fell, I gave up...but I can't go...no not yet. Unspoken words, undone deeds, unfulfilled desires...love is all I left behind...hearts scarred for life but I sailed to my next destination. 'twas too short, too good, too frightening, too lost, too quick. A bright flash once and a faded memory I've become. This sleep will last forever not, for my travels are a many...and I take refuge in another womb, in another time. And I begin. As the sleeping plant gets life with a sprinkle of rain, as new leaves sprout when Spring arrives, as the frozen lake melts with a kiss of the Sun, as the birds fly North when seasons change, I will rise up from the ashes, from this sleep, from this deafening silence, from this darkest night, into the dawn...blood will flow, my heart will pump again...lips will move and my skin will breathe...I will be seen, heard, talked to and felt again...another journey, another awakening...and I will be.

This is a very old post of mine (some of you may remember this). I wanted to post this again (without the previous comments) especially for Poo and for anybody out there who's going through a tough time right now, including myself - you wouldn't believe the mess I'm in right now. I'm haunted and stalked by who I was and who don't seem to return but I know she will, cos I believe so. The haunting indicates you are still there somewhere. Everyone goes through immense pain, suffering and death of the soul that may feel like a complete loss of self and THE end. But we have to believe in beginning again...believe in blooming as a fresh flower all over again. I can smell me, can hear my voice, can feel my love, can see myself deep inside of me. Cos this soul is immortal, the love is immortal and the energy we carry within us is immortal - they don't die . Just like how Spring hides for a while and then comes around again after a long cold Winter, you will return too. There's no beginning without an end...and there's no end without another beginning.

Current Music: Haunted by Evanescence