A Writers Tale

I am a wallflower, Here I sit, Watching the world through this walls slit, I see all and yet not many see me, I watch what is real, And I never resist to be, For being a wallflower is a duty unto itself, Something left unwatched, may cease to be… and a wallflower such as me, may cease to watch, If someone were to deny the truth of the observed, All my claims could become absurd. I would be ripped from the wall of which I grow And I would be no more. Until upon another wall I grow, to observe the world once more.

The now is enough Everywhere she looked, everything was bright. The cool breeze brushed against her cheeks, making her relax, a smile on her face. The birds outside sang their songs of beauty and life... Spring was on it's way and wonder was returning to the air. The sky was clear, painted with various colours, pinks, purples, greens and a beautiful shade of blue. She looked around, she could feel the love radiating on and through the world around her. All is well, all is going to be fine. No need to worry, no need to fret, no need to obsess over the darkness. She felt whole in her emptiness and her breath remained calm and steady, the cool air flowing into her lungs with ease and clarity returning to her world. If she could freeze time, she would choose now, in that moment. Everything which surrounded her was bursting with light and love and she did not feel any anxiety for the future. She knew in these moments, every thing was going to be alright. Keep going she told herse...