Beautiful Anthems

In a world filled with loom a man sits back and watches his world fall apart. His buds taste less. His love for passion has washed away with time. A single tear breaks away, snapping him in half. Lifeless. Wondering what he could have done better to correct the problems. Contemplation fills a void of silence, which was his life. He lived that life but never with passion. How can one live when never hearing one speak his name? Willingly he pushed his loved ones away in hopes of shattering what he held to be true and up right the most happy. 

He never felt life to be this way. 

Beautiful anthems he could hear around each corner he walked in his life but never found the end of the maze where this beautiful music was coming from. This discouraged him. Round each corner he met was another corner. Encrypted messages read like brail. Come to me and partake of what is true happiness. 

Lost with pride.

He only trapped himself further into his void. Will anybody help? Will anybody be there? Never a hope for this man cause he knew he could do this on his own. Being alone has been his life. Once again, another corner taken in the wrong direction when clearly the arrows pointed him the right way.

A reflection.

He looked in this reflection of what was himself then asked, "Why live in such dark corners?" He replied. "Darkness is what creates a man. It is what he sees in darkness that creates who he will be one day."

A message so deeply scarred into his memory reflects a new life resurrected with passion.

Pick thy self up. Put thy self back together. Live. Love. Experience. Grow. Taste life and love the bitterness, which it brings.