The Depth of a Soul..

Perfect people for one another, Perfect situations that blossoms growth and success Perfect Loves that weathers the worst storms, Perfect Dreams made reality, Perfect Lives, completion, Perfect peace of mind, Perfect Friendships of mutual love and respect, Perfect Hearts molded into one... Truth is nothing is perfect but what is made of it. Letting perfection happen is that of making it happen. Be grateful for what you have and those you have, then seeing what has been given to you. Then you realize that this is perfect for you. Letting God cultivate then create your very own perfect ideal situations and life, is that of humility. Perfection is only ever acquired as you give yourself to him. Perfect hearts comes from many years of toiling... Perfect Loves come from hundreds of steps and faith forward. Perfect friendships arises from experiences and patience. Perfect Lives are only ever perfect with unselfish movements forward and that of being contempt with with God's blessings. An

"Come lay, see the colors of this rainbow." the boy said "its better over here..." "but why" the girl said, "life is better how I thought it once was. Dreams faded once I don't know how to dream again." "Just Lay down beside me" he said and "don't wonder "why" or if you can, just take my hand, this isn't that facade, its real, the colors of this rainbow are so breath taking, I promise." "I've heard those lines before, yet they were all lies." "Look up, see what I see. See the colors of the rainbow above us, feel it with me as the rainbow comes to the earth and allows us to touch it." "I'm scared to, it seems all to good. How about I just take one step closer to you instead." "...If that's what you want, the boy said "I'll still be here to take your hand, but this rainbow is so breathtaking its so real, I really wish you would look at it, just one pee

Colors on the wall, an unfinished picture… Colors many Colors with no direction nor definition; just blurs of half completed thoughts… The picture was started… reverse… the picture has meaning… back up… You’ve done too much… The splashes on the wall, with defining edges that tried to make a shape of the unfocused picture which started yet tripped… Colors on the wall have heart yet its incomplete elegance has an un touched pain. It doesn’t make sense it doesn’t sync. Just a blur of emotion and pictures let out on canvas… Colorful blurs that mark depth, unseen desires, unheard words, images take shape as they unfold… A heart shaped box, an unwound ball of twine, pins and needles, scars, tears, joy, Music boxes, sheet music, note pads with no words, note pads with words, a person singing, a person laughing, clouds, shadows, fear, jumping, embracement, falling, stopping, confusion, walls built, walls being taken down… Words lots of words some in phrases others left alone also mark this bal