The Beginning

it's always the beginning isn't it?

grab a cup of coffee, get settled in,

it's a long ride ahead...

stare out your window,

listen to the echo of violins and sunsets,

the sound of rainfall in distant cities

far away...

listen to the voice

that has no words,

the voice inside of you

that speaks as your own

your eyes carry countless dreams,

you've hid them

in the stars over the years;

through many heartbreaks,

wonders and tears,

you've survived.

you're here.

you're alive.

and that's worth so much more than you imagine it to be.

the world will dim your light,

there will be storms,

but remember-

you have wings.

and as long as you have a fire

burning bright inside of you,

there shall be no end,

no fear,

no hate.

I'm not here to preach

I'm only here to find myself

maybe in these lines,

maybe in ones written by someone else.

some day, you will too.

hold yourself up to the light,

what do you see?

is it you,

or is it what people tell you to be?

is it who you really are,

or is it what the world told you to be?

Who are you?

No,

I don't want your name.

I don't want your ID.

Who are you, really?

...

That's the question I've been trying to answer

in everything I do.

I try to paint the pictures

I see in my mind,

portraits and sceneries

of memory and imagination,

moments in time

revenant and soon to be:

it's a race against the clock, really;

to gather enough words in a lifetime

to put a mind into words,

and put your words to the test

it's ironic, somehow.

to try to contain what formed you,

making it a purpose.

but it's a journey I'm willing to take.