ReZerection
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The stillness of a heart beat. The moment, when the world stops turning, the air stops blowing, and for that moment in time, your heart stops beating.
The moment when your hopes and your dreams, seem to fade as that of a never exsisting whisper. A day without the sun, a night without the moon, when all the stars that are, choose to turn their faces from our very soul, this is when a heart stops beating.
These are the coverings over our eyes. These things, keep us occupied, to everything that is outside of ourselves, when we should be living from the inside out. When we hear our inner voice no more, when our gravitational pull is nothing more than that of a feather falling from the sky, that is when we are blind to that which matters most.
When my visions seem to leave, when my dreams seize to visit me, when that which matters most, seems to give up on its self, this is when my heart stops beating. When my deeds go un-noticed, when my prayers are full of nothing more then those who matter most, and yet they find themselves lost, this is when my heart stops beating.
When I am willing to sacrifice everything, when I believe that another matters more than myself, and yet love chooses to stand statgnic, this is when my heart stops beating.
The stillness of a heart, mine to bare, so be it. But I pray, that I am never the reason, for the stillness, of anothers...
Stillness of a heart beat....
The moment when your hopes and your dreams, seem to fade as that of a never exsisting whisper. A day without the sun, a night without the moon, when all the stars that are, choose to turn their faces from our very soul, this is when a heart stops beating.
These are the coverings over our eyes. These things, keep us occupied, to everything that is outside of ourselves, when we should be living from the inside out. When we hear our inner voice no more, when our gravitational pull is nothing more than that of a feather falling from the sky, that is when we are blind to that which matters most.
When my visions seem to leave, when my dreams seize to visit me, when that which matters most, seems to give up on its self, this is when my heart stops beating. When my deeds go un-noticed, when my prayers are full of nothing more then those who matter most, and yet they find themselves lost, this is when my heart stops beating.
When I am willing to sacrifice everything, when I believe that another matters more than myself, and yet love chooses to stand statgnic, this is when my heart stops beating.
The stillness of a heart, mine to bare, so be it. But I pray, that I am never the reason, for the stillness, of anothers...
Stillness of a heart beat....