The Cure

by JLdick

The sky is endless and the sun will always set. These are two truths I can fall sleep to, knowing that they will always be right. At one point I used to know who the people I could trust were, but with age comes maturity and trust issues. The question I have is.. What is your cure to getting through low times? *this is just a sampler written by me*

(P word that I can not seem to remember..)

I was always fasinated by authors and books when I was a little girl. I always had a niche for writting books in my head but when it came time to write it on paper, my mind froze. You see at night I would dream beautiful artwork like Picasso did, but when morning came my artwork was tainted by the voices in my head. They follow me throughout the day and scream till they're voices are sore. The voices would be with me all day until my eyes shut tightly and I would shoo them away, but you can't ignore the voices for long. No matter what you do, the voices will always win.

The one cure for the voices is hard to find and so fragile it might as well come broken. The cure is love, but not everyone has a heart capable for this certain love. It is a blinding white fire that consumes you alive and each time you touch you're whole body feels on fire, but once you kiss, you are sucked into the white light where you realize an eternity together will never fuel the fire that burns deep down in your stomach. This is the love we search for in our lives, and I, like you still haven't found it.

The thing that makes life, life is the endless hunt for an engulfing love. What we never know is the destruction it causes our life. We quiet the voices that scream failure, and turn up the voices that bring hope. We latch everything to our white light: happiness, love, pain, laughter even desire, but we always forget, we are not invincable, and life is a cruel place filled with death and diease. The real destruction is the fact, that you can not live without your white light, and when the light fades our attached emotions fade with it.

Life is full of colors, but the only colors we see are either black or white. Hopeful people in this world will see gray, but funny thing is hope is a killer. Hope will leave a person with big expectations and once we latch on to our perfect scenario, we block out the possibility of things going to shit. So when chaos happens, it lashes out violently and relentlessly, leaving us to question, is hope really a good thing? in all reality, it isn't the bad that kills us; it is the blinding white light of hope that tricks us to miss the blob of darkness that lingers just behind the white light, hence creating a gray tint.

The first to go is happiness. Before your eyes would blossom like a flower on the first day of spring, but they have now turned to escape pods with a broken handle allowing the tears to continuously fall. Your once bright and loving world now turns into a dark, colorless illusion that you now call life. Your spirit escapes when you are heartbroken at three in the morning, calling your now dulled white light's cell just to hear their voice one last time thinking it is healing you, but we all know it's bringing you closer the death and the quicker we reach death: the quicker we relight our forever burning candle.

I was always a believer in the reincarnation of souls. The idea that lovers will always find each other whether they're just born or on their dying bed always fasinated me deeply. I know I'm not old enough to be married or start my life but I have an ever lasting fear of the love boat; I fear it will sink as soon as I set foot on the greatest part of life. For I so deeply want to find my soul mate, just as anyone else in this beautiful tragedy we face everyday called life.