What happens when all is lost and there is nothing else,
When it's just you and your thoughts.
Will you then start creating?
Will boredom unlock the hidden passageway entertainment blocks?
Or will it instead block the passageway of inspiration and creativity?
When the light dims,
The people still,
And the world non-existent.
Will the heart finally remember,
Will the brain finally try to explain,
To express,
To fulfill.
Will it finally be true.
But even if it weren't,
Will it now be false?
Unto the intricacies of life,
The gentle lilies pouring out their hearts,
The toad crying out in mercy,
The roses cutting you in adornment,
Will your heart finally want to belong...
To belong in this world,
Not with people but with nature,
To feel the air and tell it's story.
To admire the clouds and paint its existence.
What you feel,
What you view,
What you see.
In admiration of the heart do you long for peace?
For freedom?
For the passion that sets the world ablaze?
That sets YOU ablaze?
For the tremolo in bass,
The crescendo in the play,
The one web that connects us all,
The music,
The art,
The liberties,
Will you finally go into politics?
Study astronomy?
The humanities maybe?
Study consciousness?
The revolving world?
History?
Science?
And teach,
And speak,
And tell the story.
Will you?
Or will you bask in the shadow of what could have been?
Of what you would be?
Of the future you let little dopamine hits take away?
So tell me,
Tell YOU,
Tell YOURSELF.
Express yourself,
What is your world like?
What is the view?
What have you tried staying away from that keeps coming back,
That keeps reoccurring?
A message from the past you would prefer to wipe away,
To forget,
To tear apart.
But deep down you are aware,
And know fully well that without it,
You would be nothing.
That untold story,
Frosty memory,
Made YOU,
Made you EXIST.
Like a raindrop making its entrance but not causing much stir,
Getting others to follow suit and making a downpour,
You wish to be a wave or maybe you wish to be just JUST.
Just one creating and experiencing without much thought.
The passion that rages,
The pieces that shows,
The ways that tell.
Tell me is this what you want?
Seeking from above,
Cursing from below,
The statement of the heart,
Of the eyes,
Of a story that need not be shared or told.
Just for you.
Maybe not everything created needed to be explored deeper,
Or told wisely.
A simple wish,
A simple view,
A simple heart.
Maybe not all dreams need to grand.
Maybe not all lives need to be recorded for history to remember.
As long as you do you,
And let the fire of passion ignite.
That should be enough.
--------> Queen Beela (Nabila Abubakar | @beela303)
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