There’s this world in my head, within every interior of my body that although at times it is eager to flow out and although at times it feels like it is out, it’s not even close.
People see not the bits of it not at all what my world really is..
I can't even describe it myself...But I like it.
It's where I get my energy from, the sweet juice that keeps my blood wet.
My eyes see a world of destruction a world not so appealing but my soul feels a world of everlasting beauty, explosion of colors never before seen.
I want to show the whole world my inner creations but I know it is impossible because they are mine. And so all I can do is flow the best I can.
I believe however that all these humans all these people we roam the earth with have their own magical world within the layers of their skin, and that this world has worlds within worlds.
We all have something beautiful to offer and yet society seems to steal this from us.
Oh what a thief society is and how weak the human race is for letting this happen.
How horrible it is to blend in, to have the only thing that really matters abducted from us and thrown away like it was never there.
Our own little spark of magic, gone. But I have learned to have faith, to hope and believe.
This dazzling world that lies in me was beginning to disintegrate into the unknown but faith has rescued it and I hope for all the other worlds that are in danger, and I believe that every creature roaming this earth will get to it before it is gone because their inner world glows like the moon glows upon this earth.
It’s what lights up the darkness within us.
It’s what pushes us to continue on this impermanent land.
It’s a gift given to us by the Creator and we have done nothing to deserve it.
It is by His grace and His unconditional love for us that we have received the spark of magic. This is what I have learned from God in my very own personal relationship with Him, and I know it doesn’t stop here.
God dwells in me in this world I speak of, the celestial King of my heart.
The love He has to offer is pure.
God is love.
If only we could see and learn from His unconditional love if only we could get it through our heads that all we need to do is try, that God doesn’t expect us to be perfect rather to be consistent. To repent when we fall into temptation and realize that the sun rising is our hope for another chance.
I Love you God.
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