Story to tell hallelujah...

I don't always feel it,

but that's when I need it the most,

I'm going to keep on singing,

until my soul catches up with my song.

There's times when my hands go up freely,

and times that it costs,

there's days when a praise comes out easy,

and days when it takes all the strength I've got.

That's so true...

She once told me that there are fragments within me that are the same age as the universe. That a part of my souls has been passed on for eons. Small shards that retained their initial brightness and purpose. Made from the tears of the universe as it wept when it saw the beauty of its creation. And because of those small pieces, we can never truly be destroyed. A part of us will live forever and ever. Finding connections, seeking out others to fill the mosaic of your existence. Breathing joy, celebrating living, and becoming perhaps something greater than your initial self. Greater than the sum of your parts.

You were right there all along...

Sam na oblaku

ne pustim dnevu da se budi,

vrtiljak trenutkov izmišljenih.

Maybe this was life in essence, time in its shrouded malleability. All of it a microcosmic round as the universe begged him to listen to its only message; none of it matters but love. So he allowed himself to feel it all: the fear, the anger, the sorrow, the subtle beauty leaking in through the cracks, the everythingness of pain, and in the end the love wrapped around it, soft and loud and invisible. All of it intrinsically connected, each moment a shared experience. Perfection was simply loving himself while broken, to move forward while still human. To strive for nothing but accepting exactly where he was at. To simply be here, now.