Words-Worth Your Time

Everything is temporary— Our hair, Our clothes, Our personality, Even our bodies— The only permanent part of us— Is our soul. Our soul— Is beyond gender— Beyond religion— Beyond all— That keep us divided. But even our soul— The one constant in our lives— Yearns for stability and peace. That— Is the goal of human life. The eternal struggle— To achieve peace and stability.

Eternity— What is eternity? It is time— It is simple existence. Every action— Every incident— Every moment, every age— Is eternal— For the small moment, In which it exists.

 The cycle of life and death— Of creation and destruction— Has a begining and an end. But— Being a cycle— It has no true start, Nor end. It simply— Exists. So— In that sense, Every single moment— Is a moment  Of creation and destruction simultaneously. And then, The question arises— Why is it important? Why must this cycle take place, When the only outcome is either life, or death? Well— The outcome— or the result— Holds no importance— All the incidents between the two— Do. Consequently— Considering, That all moments are of creation and destruction, All moments— As well as incidents— In our lives, Are important. So every breath we take, Every tear we shed, Every moment we are alive— Is important. Simply— Because we matter— We exist.  We are, Therefore, we matter. All of us.

  How I wish to be a bird Perched on a branch— The swaying wind — my lone companion. How I wish to be a bird Soaring through the sky— The wind weaving through my feathers— The sun by my side. How I wish to be a bird Free from these chains— That bound my soul— Holding me captive till my final breath. If I was a bird— I would fly— Over the mountains, valleys and rivers— Beyond the seven seas! How I wish I was a bird.

 Do you ever wonder— If you're the only one? When you lay dreaming— With your eyes wide open— Pondering over the joys Tomorrow holds— And the pain. Do you ever wonder— If you're the only one? Sitting in the rain Cup of tea in hand— Questioning existence— Like she's a dear friend. Do you ever wonder— If you're the only one? Who laughs at themselves— At their mistakes  And your own dreams. Do you wonder— If you're the only one? Who sits silently— Weeping ink from your fingers As they trace the pages— Of the final resting place of your heart.