05:47 Jan 19 2011
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I am a whisper, a feather being blown across the land on a gentle breeze. My heart burns like a candle, my soul like a light in the darkness.
In an overpopulated city filled with over-stimulation I am a quiet avenue. It may look bleak and boring this humble street among the many flashy turns, but the deeper you go the more enthralled you will become. You will not want to leave, and life will become but a dream.
How many people have passed by this solace obliviously, always looking forward and too many times behind, but never side to side at the beauty all around them.
I am a wail in the night. A storm has passed and all that remain are disheveled things, a broken picture frame here, a soiled worn stuffed animal there. And each stroke of lightning after haunts me; every clap of thunder brings me to my knees.
Yet I am a lonely blade of grass, wet by the early morning's dew. Water droplets sparkle on me in the rising sun, as the world welcomes a new day. I sway in the warm wind; the clouds pass over me.
Yes, my voice is but a whisper in this cruel but beautiful life. My friendship is a sanctuary from the pains of reality. My memory is a wail in the night, filled with a dark and dreary past. And my humanity stands on this earth like a blade of grass, watching time go by.
I write; I sing; I love; I comfort; I feel.
Sometimes I cry.
But always I am,
Not evil, not good, not happy, not sad, but human,
A grain of sand, a ripple in the water,
Learning from the past, living in the present, and eagerly anticipating the future.
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