A life less ordinary

Throughout my entire life, I have had friends come and go.  Some, that were once close are now far away, and vice-versa.  No matter how hard we try, it seems we can't keep those from drifting away.  I can't help but wonder what things happen in life to cause such things.  Now don't get me wrong, we have those life long friends that we keep, but others, it seems, are only here for a season, and like the leaves of autumn, they change and eventually fall away. 

The same could be said of relationships.  We eventually (hopefully) find that one that will be life long, but until that point, we have seasons of change.  Those that come and go out of our life, and make a change in us that we either embrace or run from.  Some have had many seasons of change, while others have had a very few.  This is where I fall....the very few.  It could be said that I am too picky, and to an extent, I am.  I am very cautious who I let in close, and even more cautious who I reveal my true self to.  Yet, I get upset because it seems that I have been single forever, and no matter how much I try to open up or show interests in someone, its going to ultimately result in failure.  That there won't even be a chance given.  The winter of relationships can be very harsh and cold, and seemingly lasting for years.  Just when we think we see a glimpse of spring, winter rears his ugly head, and brings back the cold, lifeless weather upon us.

But even in all that, I can't help but notice the trees.  They lose all their leaves.  The leaves fall to the waste side, curl up and die.  They eventually wilt up and fade away, yet the tree stands tall and strong, longing for spring so it can produce new leaves, just as brilliant as the year before.  Even the rose of winter survives.  In the midst of the cold blues and greys, a red rose will unfold its beauty as a reminder that nothing last forever, and even in the worst of times, beauty can still be found.  This is what keeps me hoping.  Hoping that my one will come along, if only for a season.

Cool night breeze blowing through the naked trees cry out as a wolf to the moon shivering like the rose of winter covered by the luminous pearl blanket void of warmth longing for a single ray of a golden touch to feel alive.



Silver strands of the white clouds floating above bring the rain to wash away the past that cannot be reclaimed through vicarious living of a false lie that grasp for the change of a future that holds too far away to understand the meaning behind the cause of an incandescent vision too blurred to receive within the self.



The immoral encompass that has overshadowed the self being has allowed for the realization of false truth. The desire to find that which is unobtainable strives for perfection that can not be reached in earthly form. The emphasis is the excuse for that which has a blind eye turned. It's the risk for that which is wanted but the fear controls the lies which spill from the mouth and a chance not taken. It is nothing more than a dream pertained to a false reality.