There are caravans he follows...

One day it will all make sense, it will all be revealed. Until then, I learn to live and accept my shadows, my Déjà vu's, my dreams, my intuition that takes me to places that my mind never conceived, my body only perceived and my soul gladly remembered. My heart gives me direction, hope and the passion to keep moving forward. But what do I do when it's frozen, broken or torn apart? Deep inside, I feed the entities that empower the fight between my internal demons and angels. I feed them with my thoughts and my emotions that I lower my shields to at times. Whether good or bad, this brings about a change and at times there isn't much I can do to protect myself. At times, I need to let things be and go along with it. I guess what I'm trying to convince myself of, is that I need to give it some more time, some more light, some more love. I'm not very far away.

Let me show it...

As it was...

The path of healing won't appear until you start walking and you may go through the stages once, or many times; perhaps in one order, perhaps in another. So start walking, and as you become accustomed to walking, watch your fear of dark places disappear. Start walking because objects in motion tend to stay in motion - once you get going, you will keep going. Start walking because your small steps will eventually become giant leaps. Start walking, and if it helps, bring a bag of pebbles with you for good luck. Start walking, not because it's easy, but because it's hard. Start walking because it's the only way forward.