to the lost, found, loved, and forgotten.

to the titles of nothing, & beauties of everthing, my heart sets out to you. life being unfair, and circumstances of the likely, there is nothing to be understood. it starts out with a spark, & ends in dust; the circle never stops untill the day the Sun decends. the constant twirls & swirls of thoughts rumage through the impossible in the event of the possibility of being noticed, or even seen. but still as the rivers flow, & through blowing of the winds, nothing stays the same. people, place, love, death, hate, happiness, & even hope, sence does not exist. to be heard, seen, loved, to be broken, to be one day beautifully put together, to one day wake up in peace. We live life to one day find death, to find an existance, to find a purpose, but we fail to see the glorious beauty burried beneath the selfish eyes. The healing touch of the tender hands, We don't seem to absorb the comfort anymore. it has all become part of the world, and sent down to the pits of nothing. the preacher always said, " Love your neighbor," the teacher said " treat them with respect," mother said, " i Love you," & you, just nod your head, & pretend to understand. some question what it is to love, but clearly know how to hate, but how does one exist without the other? others question faith, yet still have the ability of believing in the never proven. sometimes i hear Paul, whispering to me the promises of the unseen, & guarentees of the things people believe impossible. there are those times i hear Paul, speaking through me, his words, his thoughts, his beautifully spoken dreams. i wish to say, "my dear brothers, & sisters, loved ones, & dear ones, believe & live in Love," but i am not confiedent the world will hear. but neither was he, but still he spoke, with all belief. to all, i love you, i live for you. one day, eyes will open.