As each second turns to minutes, and the hours start to pass me by, I see with further clarity, that I am slowly but surely becoming the reason why the sun rises each morning in my sky. I work harder to attain the things that I know that I deserve, no more straws will break this camel's back, the very thought of it is even quite absurd. I was made to move mountains, to soar throughout the skies and Heavens above, instead of being created to endlessly search for, but never find, the prospects, and not promises of unrequited love. I am a force of nature, a soothing breeze when I am calm, or a storm on my worst days, that could even intimidate atomic bombs. Slowly but surely, I am winning the race, and becoming the person that even I would want to date, as I pick up the pace and realize that expectations convolute reality, and disappoint when they are late. I grow older, wiser, and become enlightened, as I enter the promised land; I no longer see a reason to seek another man to fulfill demands that only I will ever be equipped to accommodate or understand. Clipped wings no more, the sky is not the limit, as I possess the potential to become all that the world needs, and adores. I will stop searching for happiness in the blues of another's eyes, cease the futile search for a partner that will make me feel whole again inside. Instead, I have become aware of the beauty that I contain within, cognizant of the colour of confidence now that I have developed an appreciation for the skin that I am in. This newfound humility washes over me, cleansing me of my misdeeds as I sit and contemplate, all of the lessons that I have learned and have yet to learn, choosing to employ my own free will rather than to leave it all to fate. My gratitude increases as I count my blessings every day, I thank the universe and God above for holding my hand when I was lost, and helping me regain my footing; I am finally on my way.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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