The Day I Awaken …

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Everything that’s created comes out of silence. Your thoughts emerge from the nothingness of silence. Your words come out of this void. Your very essence emerged from emptiness. All creativity requires some stillness. – Wayne Dyer

Staring at nothingness.

Wondering what to write. Word after word forming sentences. Hoping it would eventually made sense of something worth telling. Everything is motionless; as though they were suspended in time. Numb fingers are floating above the keyboard. Both index fingers twitches occasionally, the dull mind awaken but stay speechless. Silence is golden.

Staring at nothingness.

I am here waiting for it to happen; anything. Nothing happen. Again and again; I try. Failure is when I quit trying. Every step forward is still progress. No matter the speed forward is forward. Flashes of endless memory. A deep breath in silence.

Staring at nothingness.

A face I so longing to remember, but it was never meant to be. Life is as it is; for better or worse. I don’t understand then, and never will. His mighty works on my one and only life; being here.

Staring at nothingness.

I smile.

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