it was like a galaxy, leaving behind fireworks with every new footstep. but between each extravagant show of colors came the pauses of grief and longing, smoked by loss mingled with good tidings.
and it brought me down to despair, then brought me back up, as if my feelings were never my own, as if everything around me was of a fever dream, as if everything had as much bad in it as it had good.
for amidst the rushing sprinkles and sweet nectar, there would be short breathes of wisdom blown my way, to teach me that not all is what it seems to be and not all is what you wish for.
precious and fragile and quite a bit sad, but plentiful in its bounties that i have yet to process.
and I've come to realize that my days are not mine nor anyone else's. they are just their own time, and i am just here to witness them.
i would occassionally wave my hand to guide life along the fork on the roads, but otherwise, albeit bittersweet, i am here to live through what is presented to me, and i just need to take a long breathe by the end of it and learn to smile.
and in the sequences of life, there will perhaps be a small giggle here and a laugh there, and quite a bit of tears on some nights before i sleep.
but when that happens, i just need to hold a pen and write and pray to God to make things okay again.
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