This wake eyes of mine are sharp and early, as it waits for the sun to shine in the heavens, where its glisten is everlasting as it kissed each of our soul. Lying in bed, thinking of the better days to come and what it holds. It’s been days I never slept quite normal as people of my age would, as if I was born in another origin, a different country or a place; far from home. My mind would understand that bliss that is in my heart, but it can never conclude what is inside of it. These past days I feel the world starts to change, even if I know that change will forever be constant, but the attached soul is still not ready for it, although the change started seven months ago. I was in the middle of bliss and blank of determining my goal, I already knew the way but still, I was lost again. It’s hard to always hold the map, knowing that you cannot lead your own, I was on my journey all alone blind and still searching my way. Its funny to imagine that voyagers can be blind, but it will never mean as a disability. I am that traveler, slowly getting blind by the hindrances that I might encounter my way. Everyday is a struggle, thinking what the future holds and grasping its significance, As I wander, the rage of the nature is evident, stopping and blocking my way, but fighting through it is the best response I could give. I am still wandering all alone in this journey that I am in, blinded but fighting through against all odds. I have raised all to God to help me overcome the hindrances in this journey of mine. Blinded but fighting.
Blind Pass Sunset ~ Ron Wiltse (Google Images)