TINY ECHOES…

Wishing upon the brightly polished stars, the stars that shone up in the sky like heaven on earth, stars that accompanied the moon through its magnificent role as the provider of light at night.

Walking through the darkness with a sort of demeanor that showed no sign of fear but rather of worry😯, with a troubled mind thoughts dashed in and out. It all got overwhelmingly unbearable, too much so it could not be placed under control.

Voices rushed in and popped out concurrently. Chaos had begotten, life felt meaningless. What to do? Where to turn to? Where to go? Common questions racing the mind, with no answers coming to memory, What else was left of thee?

Shivering through the cold night with chills running down the spine, no other choices made available from which to be selective. Looking into space bereft of any inspivation.

From one angle it appeared opaque, oblivious of what the future might hold. From many others the mirror looked much transparent but cracked, cracked with many pieces compiled into a huge pile. Like that choice was just one, NO HOPE!

At least finally there are some comprehensible traits. The voice imitating darkness covering those thoughts got stuck in the whirlwind. Then another appearing from out of the blue exclaimed, it shall not be the end but the means to one.

Such gladdened heart created in a moment with so much love to share. From thence ruptured continuous echoes, echoes ringing within thy soul sounding such great words, words of encouragement.

Like enormous bells it kept stipulating, “it shall not be the end…”

Ps: inspivation; inspiration + motivation

By yours truly,

Moi😚