Autumn’s gray skies (Feelings, Thoughts)

Autumn’s gray skies 

I see our sadness gathering the rain clouds, but it never rains, as those clouds are empty, all the water already ran down our cheeks… But still the clouds won’t leave the autumn skies and people don’t recognize, separate them from the real ones, we’re used to the gray and endless autumn’s sky… and feed them saying that we’re “fine”, only to break down when we’re alone… and, God, why it sounds so normal, like it’s the only life we know, like it’s the right way to live… are you okay with it?

We create those gray skies, we cover the sun with our own clouds of fear, doubt, sadness, denial, pain, hate, weakness… like we don’t deserve the sun, light and love… we voluntary sing the lullaby of endless sleep and self-negation… so we could justify our inner death and don’t move forward…

Some of us are cowards, some hurt or broken, other numb or given up… and the saddest part is that we’re fine with it… not ready, not trying, not wanting to help and be helped, heal and be healed, care and be cared for, ask and listen, give and take… because then we need to force ourselves to do something, for us, for others, for a better day… But we are worth to take and share the best this life and world can give us… all what we need to do is take a step and stretch a hand… to fall into the world full of love, light, understanding and acceptance… give all your love, hope, strength and you’ll receive three times more…

It won’t be easy in the beginning… the storm will take away your peaceful sadness, but the things you’ll discover will be worth it… maybe even strange… when you’ll rediscover your beloved ones, your friends, your home… see them in full of sun colors… because you can still fall in love with this world… you may not believe it… I didn’t too… I used to create those clouds like you…

I can see the sun breaking through the clouds, can feel how many eyes looked up and how many lips cracked a smile… and how many will do, when they’ll let go the clouds, their fear and doubt, other things keeping them down… and accept the sun, shining for every one of us…

Laura Dambite

Creators

Creators

We’re all creators,

Words, colors, sounds, stones,

Metals, threads, skin, bones,

No matter what we use

As a material to create something new,

To inhale life in our dream realms.

It’s our true meaning,

Look no further,

You’ve been gifted,

To create, to inspire life itself,

World hungers for your next masterpiece,

It believes in you, do you believe in yourself?

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Seems it’s the only truth I know and believe in… it’s our point of life… there’s no doubt… we live to create…

Hello, my no one (Thoughts)

I know, you believe that your life has no meaning, you’re nothing more than rain drop falling down. Only to see how fast life runs by and how easy is it to crash against the cold ground. Meaningless, worthless like the cold rain in autumn morning, raining only to prove everything comes to an end and everything dies. Hitting hard against black umbrellas, like people already don’t hate it enough.

But dear no one, rain is nothing more, but life itself.

And, yes, it’s knocking, calling everyone out to close the umbrellas of ignorance and face the open sore, they try to push aside. People nowadays are afraid of living, afraid that one day they’ll realize, they’re nobody and their endless run means nothing.

They’re afraid to stop, question everything, they’re afraid to be you, to stand in the rain, to show the world how broken they are.

But are you broken? Did you ever were whole? Complete? Normal? Different? Maybe yourself? Someone else?

And did you ever felt, that we are living in some sick fantasy of a norm created by a psycho from a daydream about a perfect society?

At the dawn

At the dawn

Clouds are flying by,

I lost my count of time,

All I know for sure it’s dawn,

It’s always dawn…

We’re still at the beginning,

We didn’t got too far,

From playing roles

Or changing forms…

Like clouds…

We’re awake and aware

Of sun inside our veins,

Of rain behind our eyes

It still storms in our minds.

But we want to be something more,

To dream big, dig deep,

So we question and doubt,

Are we human in the core?

Are we clouds?

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Just my thoughts flying with clouds at raising sun… I still question, who we are? What for are we here? Where are we going? And every time the answer differs… But I believe – the one and truly answer can be found in our bond with nature, with endless energy of life that surrounds us.