I fear that the gates of galaxies wouldn't open themselves in my coming. I dread, in dreaming about angels and stars that the sky won't ever be the same just like what it used to. I am frightened with the little clouds that are encircling the world, and I fear that they will conquer my heart and that they'll lure it into their overpowering, sickly sweet slumber. Things must not happen that way, but I need to go back. I need to take risk.
Twilight. That was my long-forgotten surreal but real name. The nebulae helped me bore it and sketched it in the sky. I acquired its power in their souls and in their ever flowing melody. As they are used in the darkness, and in the mysteries of the universe, they lead me to the heart of it all, millions of years ago. And I learned the secrets of love, of hope, and of life. I treasured those immortal runes like the happiest child on earth keeping his favorite gifts on his birthday. And I stored those precious wisdoms at the deepest corner of my mind. I was beginning to see the light I longed for for many years, but I became scared and hid myself in the darkness. Twilight, they called to me. But I had no suitable answer. And I still lacked one thing. Since that moment there had been many ironies that're formed because of me. Sorrows and grief sparked like thunder in the universe and I was consumed by the terror my disappearing had brought. It made me want to grasp my destiny but it fetched me more panic than will.
I moved from one galaxy to another, from one form of hydrogen to another, and from one spirit to another. I reincarnated myself to the most unsuspecting species, but then still I can't escape the light. I became a man, and not the twilight. I became the earth, and not the world. I became weak, and wicked because of the paradox I made to myself. And then I lost the light.
I became broken, mislaiden and vanished by my own will. And despite the permanence that the nebulae had blessed me, I fear that death would drag me to the purest of darkness. I yearned for any salvation left because of everything that I had done. I craved for the spark of light that used to find me. And I hoped against hope that when I go back to the family of stars and angels, I will be welcomed again to grip the universe I used to love.
Thus, in my wondering and wandering, I found out what I've been missing eversince. I am not in need of spirits. I am not in need of more love and of hope or of life. I am in need of faith. And I need to find again my light, my purpose. I looked at the sky in my weeping and I saw the cloudless galaxies of Milky Way and Andromeda. I saw in their hearts that still I am alive and awaited, and that the heart of it all is hoping that I go back in his arms.
Everything will be ended but never the love of God. Everything will fall but never His hope and His will. I remember that I live because of Him. And I remember that a thousand of lives wouldn't make sense even if I stitch them together, if it isn't for His glory. To be loved by the heart of it all was the greatest gift I could ever have.
I reached for my name in the yellow dropping meteorite, and I proclaimed in my heart that Jesus is the Lord.
…and then all things that seem to be fiction, become so real.
I moved from one galaxy to another, from one form of hydrogen to another, and from one spirit to another. I reincarnated myself to the most unsuspecting species, but then still I can't escape the light. I became a man, and not the twilight. I became the earth, and not the world. I became weak, and wicked because of the paradox I made to myself. And then I lost the light.
I became broken, mislaiden and vanished by my own will. And despite the permanence that the nebulae had blessed me, I fear that death would drag me to the purest of darkness. I yearned for any salvation left because of everything that I had done. I craved for the spark of light that used to find me. And I hoped against hope that when I go back to the family of stars and angels, I will be welcomed again to grip the universe I used to love.
Thus, in my wondering and wandering, I found out what I've been missing eversince. I am not in need of spirits. I am not in need of more love and of hope or of life. I am in need of faith. And I need to find again my light, my purpose. I looked at the sky in my weeping and I saw the cloudless galaxies of Milky Way and Andromeda. I saw in their hearts that still I am alive and awaited, and that the heart of it all is hoping that I go back in his arms.
Everything will be ended but never the love of God. Everything will fall but never His hope and His will. I remember that I live because of Him. And I remember that a thousand of lives wouldn't make sense even if I stitch them together, if it isn't for His glory. To be loved by the heart of it all was the greatest gift I could ever have.
I reached for my name in the yellow dropping meteorite, and I proclaimed in my heart that Jesus is the Lord.
…and then all things that seem to be fiction, become so real.
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