revival

so i might have had another epiphany some time ago: i have never been consistant with my blogging-ness.

should it have been a surprise that i found myself unable to resume my activity online for a matter of weeks? i suppose not.

but regardless, i hope my resolve proves... well, consistant.

here goes nothing

open

i used to be the hero of this story
but then i woke up from your spell
the fairy tale is over
the magic is gone
i needed you most
in broken heart and broken mind
i can't fathom how
but it was then you walked away from me

i've fallen short of my former glory
and i've been trapped in this hell
this agony i can't cover
cause i am alone
i've been lost
seeking the path i cannot find
i need you now
this isn't how it was supposed to be

i opened my eyes
and found this strange, new world around me
i didn't realize
that you had left me alone

what i don't say, you won't know
what you don't know can't hurt you
so many things have changed
too many questions
not enough answers

why can't things be the same?
why do you keep calling my name?
why won't you open your eyes?

just open your eyes

please open your eyes

i need you to open your eyes

unmasked

there are times when we are given the rare opportunity to know extraordinary people. some of them are those that we wouldn't give a second glance if we were to pass them on the street. they appear to be jaded, introverted, surly, altogether unlikable. the type of people we usually try to avoid. or sometimes people who seem to be very together, who are unbelievable by anyone's standards and who can make us feel inadequate at times.

but when we take a chance on them and decide to extend our boundaries and go beyond our comfort zone, we come to know these people. and the more time we spend with them, the more we come to realize who it is they really are, that they're amazing.

given time, we learn their stories, the things that made them who they are and their reasons of certain things. but even after years, we might never know everything about them. but we don't really have to.

because we love them anyway, regardless of time and circumstance.

they're the ones that stay with us.

wonder

to see the world in a strange new way, to view reality through rose-colored glasses. lenses that do not obstruct or distort but allow a newfound perception. to look through the eyes of another and see what they see. to know the world of a friend or loved one. we cannot truly experience life as they would.

but when they open their hearts and their minds to the world, they show the color of their soul. we see the world through their eyes and we rediscover the beauty in things that had been lost to us.

even a glimpse into another's mind can draw you deep into a strange, wonderful place. and it can fill you with hope. it gives you the resolve to endure through the night so that you might awake to the dawn. strength is bestowed to believe in a new day.

to see this world through strange eyes and rose-colored glasses.

reminiscence

an overwhelming wave of nostalgia often washes over me as i reach an end. the conclusion of a season or year. when time spent with loved ones begins to wind down. the finish of a day, a week a month. reflection following these ends is, more often than not, filled with the sorrow and regret that i did not make anything more of the time than i did.

but i have come to terms that this feeling is inevitable, it has always come and will continue to do so forever more.

but more than that, i have also come to know that another emotion that always accompanies my nostalgia: hope. it is the guiding light that leads me through the darkness of my remorse to the new dawn. a brand new day awaits following every night filled with grief. a chance to do better and realize the dreams you dreamed the sleep before.

wake

there are dreams that cannot be forgotten.

these shades of a life we could have. that we might have had. we witness these incredible visions of things that have not come to pass, things that could seem only to exist in an idyllic reality. but in the moment, it feels possible. it feels real.

our dreams make us happy, happier than we could think to be in the waking present. the euphoria they have the ability to create is unparalleled. but when we awake, our worlds collide and the illusions are shattered.

but the unravelling of our dreams to separate them from reality is necessary to test their strength. to root out the weak and demonstrate which ones have a will to survive. which ones have the ardor and power to enter the world of reality.

they leave their mark, willing themselves into our conscoiusness. there they burrow, creating a longing, a hollow within our souls. but the emptiness is a wound that can only be healed by that which caused it: the dream. and when it is filled, we are whole again.

our dreams are what make us human. dreams give us vitality. dreams give us hope.

dreams are the chance to make our deepest desires come to pass.

i dream to be woken up.

forgotten

why is it, that at many points throughout our daily lives, we enounter the most remarkable individuals and receive opportunities to be enthralled by them, by their wisdom, their kindness, their beauty, and yet we say nothing of it, letting their splendor go seemingly unnoticed? is it simply because we believe they are aware of it, that they are reminded of it so many times each and every day? does it ever occur to us that this might not be the case, that these beautiful aspects of those around us are taken for granted, unappreciated and ignored?

what difficulty is it to go an extra step and let these complimentary thoughts become realized as words? why can we not let them know they are precious to us?

why is it i cannot convey what it is i want to say?