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Eh, I should be doing homework, but I have to get this thought down before it dies. I already kinda wrote about this before, but it's still a huge revelation for me. So, you know those questions there's no good answer for? Or those moments where you get so wound up in awe that it's almost too big for you, and it kinda feels like a question? (I could go off on a whole tangent about that, but I'll spare you) That's what we're trying to capture with art, music, a good story, etc. isn't it? It's that something more that makes life worth living. It's got to do with God I think, and I also think the answers to those questions exist, but are impossible to find in any way that makes sense. It's not that we can't experience the question/the answers, it's just the answers that don't disappoint are in the next life. I love knowing that. ^_^ Maybe it's a simple thing, or maybe it doesn't make sense at all, but it makes me really excited. What's even cooler is that I think it's connected to God and what Jesus taught, but I still have more thinking to do on it. This is kinda a trail marker while I try to hold on to the thought and see where I can go with it.

Please keep beating,
O Heart of Mine.
I need more time with you.
This world is sad
But even weakness
Can stand through sorrow.
Oh, please keep beating
Through the pain and loneliness
I know what you've been through.
No one's going to hurt you anymore.
There's no more reason not to trust.

Why do you fear, little one?
What do you fear?
The horrors you had to see
Are numbered more than enough.
The tribulations you had to face
Are best left in the past.

You say you've been discarded.
That life's left you out in ice and snow,
But if you're still missing the sun
Then don't you still hold hope?
How can you live without it?
How could you die with it?
Hope will hold you here
Even when you wish to fold.

I'm so sorry little one,
But didn't you ask for honesty?
You said once
You begged once
For truth beyond all things.

I fear I've done you wrong.
Delusion may have kept you safer,
It may have been kinder.
Despite that
The illusions are as empty as Faerie.
Those halls lay empty
And only leaves
Grace their plates.
Only water graces their cups.

You wail for your sweet dreams,
Tell me as long as you couldn't tell the difference
Between what was real and what wasn't
It was worth it.

Couldn't you tell all along though?
Did I miss it when you said the words,
"I know myself"?
Know thyself,
Know the world.

Weep, if you must
At the death of superficial mirth.
Your blanket of dreams did you naught but harm,
Sweet child.
Be released,
So the next time you ride aboard imaginary ships
You don't almost drown.