You were a whirlwind.
I was foolish.
What were the warning signs of a whirlwind?
I didn't know.
Naïve little me.
The little engine that could!
Why were you always alone?
I longed for an answer.
I sent out a pretty invitation.
"Come a little closer,"
I said.
"I can brave you."
Now the wise ones,
The old ones;
They set to work before you arrived.
They knew you.
They'd met your brothers.
When once they'd seen an empty heart
They now knew what the space was for.
The hole was
Drawn out
Elongated
The tip cutting the ground.
It was hiding a knife.
Naturally they tried to discourage.
Retract the invitation!
I was young.
I refused.
"I can brave it," I repeated
"Maybe I can fill its heart."
As you drew closer and closer
I saw you
No longer as a vortex of destruction
You needed something to stop you.
I thought I was that something.
I could see right into your eye.
It was calm in there.
And within a matter of minutes I was in there too.
Now everyone outside was scary
And you were the only calm I knew.
You were a whirlwind.
Inside and out.
Everything happened so quickly.
I clung on to you
Because
You were the only calm I knew.
Yet I was not calm.
Somehow being inside a vacuum made me empty too.
The fabricated world was just a spool of thread
And your knife edge grazed the surface
A couple of times
Shedding the strings
Letting in truth
And I grew.
I knew.
I wasn't ready to brave the whirlwind.
I had to make the leap.
From the threaded bubble to the fresh grass.
I didn't bring a parachute.
I didn't bring sticky tape to repair the bubble.
But at least I landed safe.
Broken, but safe.
Your knife edge got sharper in the process.
Your threaded bubble grew thicker.
Do whirlwinds remember where they've gone through?
What they've done?
Perhaps I am still foolish, because
I still have an ideal: to live peacefully amongst whirlwinds.
Perhaps whirlwinds need understanding and love.
What if they're just trying to protect themselves?
So
If you come again
I will be prepared.
Tools to blunt your knife
And an open heart.
something that we don't get is that
people die
but when we forget we can make ourselves fly
but when the music ends
and people slow down
you've got to pretend there's fun still around
so keep on smiling and
try to endure
just don't stop fighting even when it hurts
(Copied from somewhere ulu on the internet!! What do you think of it?? :D)
(Copied from my friend's ask.fm ^~^)
