Sometimes it doesn't matter how much you love someone; sometimes what matters is how you love them and if you do not love them in the way which they desire, then you can love them with all the weight of the galaxies but not a single ounce of it would matter because sometimes you are the ocean trying to love fire
So even when there's nothingness and absence of cheer...
No glow or flow...
We fight; fight for your center
Struggle to gain hold...
Even in the high's and lows
Yes and no's
We strive; strive to gain hold...
But wait...yes! There's more
There are things they never told us about hard work;
Like how it sticks to you to leech blood out of your skin.
How it tells you that wins come in slices; sometimes it tosses a slice to you and says,
"One day the whole loaf will be yours." How it colors you with uncertainty and fear. Funny thing is that you can't stop working because of all the multiple choices that life throws at us, somehow we know giving up is not the answer. For to give up is to believe the lie of impatience; that cowardice is a safe, happy place.
So when obscurity swallows our shine, we learn to tell ourselves that we are fire and love. We learn to see tears not as sorrow, but as sparks — each drop will inch us closer to our bright beam.
So we flow because we are life. Because others, too, need this life ...
