Oh, take it all away

There is an almost inevitable course that matters run through. Inevitably finite and calculated. Little room is left for the imagination to roam. For things to mould freely into shapes they desire. We may try to elude the force with which it winds down streets and roads we inhabit, but inevitably we must succumb and follow rank, accept that there is a course things must take. Unchangeable by decree, but soft for reshaping by the love and nurturing of the human spirit. The untameable goodness in mankind. Limiting, but in reality only challenging our collective creative effort to trick the straight into believing it is curved.  

Life hardens the soul. Inevitably hardens the desires and forces, secretly steals those instances that allow the want for grace to grow. With each year passing, the wall closing becomes less and less penetrable. The light that sifts through becomes less and less powerful. The sounds that crackle, secretly appearing, are never loud enough to lure all ears. Faintly we hold back. The soul knows no other way but to retreat in the face of such visceral force. The midnight silence amplifies the hearts that beat together, echoes that resonate the membrane malignantly growing between people, between souls that once wanted, ached for unity. Like stone statues, weathering sun and snow, frozen in time, motionless, we wait for life to take its course. For others to pass by. For hope to never have a chance of escaping this man-made hell.

Here is hope. How beautiful, how fragile. Hope never paraded its frail little body to tease those who saw it. Now almost invisible, translucent in the moonlight, powerless in the face of such adversaries. We must take arms, fight on the side of hope. Protect its right to exist in the hour of such inevitable times. Such predictable times, such dry and humourless times.

This journey will start without you. This journey I must take starts with only me. The dark alleys, the endless fields of luscious crops, bending in the wind, turning towards the sun, these woods that shelter lives interconnected below lifeless leaves and needless twigs, this is the way I must lead. Charge ahead in great confidence, yet stop for each and every soul that I catch a glimpse of. In time, in hope, I may catch sight of you. These days are so much more hopeful than the ones we are leaving behind. These moments of pain, locked in time and unable to escape or find forgiveness chain my heart back to the starting line. To start over and have a second chance. To come out of a maze just to enter again. Get lost in the idea that there is hope fighting the great battle inside hearts and souls.