clear fog

LOOKING BACK

not just moods

they weren't just moods

they were deep seated feelings

of down thick grey, the fog penetrating even the blanket of sky

like the stars held no more light, like the thousands of light years

didn't exist and now i know all the sky-fires have died.

of flamboyant happiness, bouncing in my seat with love for all

like a balloon that wouldn't stay, like a hollow boned creature

that could just jump and forever land on nothing.

that was saturday and

that was sunday this week.

LOVE

so on sunday i came with a will to listen to God

and He spoke to me, recalling the dark and the consuming smiles

and how i reacted to my 'mood swings' and what i was like

and i realize that love should not be dictated by what i feel

love should be how i act towards others aside from the roller coaster;

and just because it's genuine doesn't mean i don't have a choice

i can be genuine and choose what i do at the same time

because to be true to myself i must be true to Love.

A QUESTION WAS THE ANWER

God told me to ask the question:

How can i love today in this place?

and i will forget and i will remember

but i will try

i think this love brings me out of the fog

because i have a will to do and even if i don't come out

it's alright; purpose calls and is really, really strong

SAY

And he said it was good.