Translucently sublime...
The inexorable feckless transcending of various phenomenons is not unusual. Moving out is good. I'm there yet so far away. Pages turn by as the days pass. New adventures. The struggle is ceaseless as it ever was and shall be undoubtedly. I'll fight till the very end. Till I breathe the very last of this fumed air that surrounds me. Yet there is this calm feeling too. When I talk with God, I feel complete. He's the only One there in the end. Known to all the endurance that has come to pass. Known to All that has been left unsaid. Picking me up whenever I've crumbled to the deepest of the pits in this demimonde. I very much look forward to move on to the other world. What awaits there, is unknown but I am relentless to see. Taking it all inside helps with slight movement of your hands. Some slow and soothing music. Watching the rain, feeling the soft gusts of wind and the pelting of the raindrops. The murky sky. I'll hold my stand. We all must. Strive for what we hold very dear. Stick to the standards we believe in, those we have formed up and not those that have been there. There is beauty, after all, in believing... To always seeing the Light.
