..::The Way Of Life::..

The way of life is always changing.
From morning to night.
The dawn of searching is never ending.
From one door to the next.
We open each door in hopes of new.
Either happiness or a thrill.
We wish for the best in other's lives.
Yet never our own.

Blending and changing from one person to the next.
Never meaning harm.
To be how they see or hope you are.
Never truly yourself.
As the years pass you live this way of life.
Being a chameleon.
Changing your smile or your frown.
Just so others dont see.

What it is you fear is the truth that lies within.
Who you truly are.
If people know not of who you are then the fear is not there.
The fear of others.
Their look down upon you for who you are and your life.
Holds you back.
Never being able to look in the mirror and see yourself.
All that's there is haze.

There comes a time in a person's life where the changing is no longer physical.
But mental.
A time where blending gives nothing but misery from others.
No longer living.
How can one love you truly if you are not true to yourself?
They can not.
How can you let someone know you when you dont even know yourself?
Impossible.

This is where it ends.
No more.
This is where my journey begins.
Today.
This is the challenge I face.
Myself.
This is MY way of life.
Searching.

..::Blissful Friendship::..

There is nothing but darkness that clouds one’s mind.
Nothing but uncertainty that passes the time.
There within our thoughts within our dreams can we truly find what we search for.
Before the world can accept us for who we are, we must be true to one self.
Love is not just a word to throw back and forth. But to feel the happiness is what makes us love.
To love is not to find one we see with our eyes, but our hearts.
To know that love is to search within our hearts and soul and see what we feel.
To see what we feel is to go beyond just feeling what we think we see.
For to see after the feeling is nothing but truth.

Happiness is not just the smile, or the laugh.
But the tears shed due to the comfort, the enjoyment of feeling something never felt before.
To know what is and what isn’t are from both seeing and knowing.
And to know is to acknowledge you truly are blind.
To be blind is not just seeing, but feeling.
Only then can you look at your life with a clear mind.

Pleasure is an act of intimate emotions.
The purest of forms to show one’s love and heart.
To do so often is like wearing the action boneless.
Then what are left but empty words, and empty motions?
When you can show love, emotion, and intimate rawness without the physical act is when you know you truly love someone.
And to truly love is yet a hard thing to find.

Love if blind.
It sees not what it should until the field is clear.
Then and only then can you notice what was there, but hidden behind the bliss.
Your own life may never be clear to you as it is to others around.
Never let their words change what you think or feel, but let them open your mind to what others see that you may not.

For once in your life know you have someone.
A friend that you can count on.
Thru the hard, thru the easy, but always there.
And to have such a friend is a wonderful bliss.
Not more hiding, not more shame. Your life if yours, and I here but only to help.
And more of all…so neither I nor you shall be alone.

~Rebecca