We Are Never Alone

Now some may read this and find no meaning more than a short story, word brought together by unfinished loves and heartbreaks or turmoils. This is not the book for them, yet. This that has been inscribed from heart, head, and pen is my own personal journey forever unfinished just like the melting of my soul's partially frozen flaming bridge between head and heart. I hope it never melts completely, for to give up some memories Frozen in Time would again start my towers demise. These words written, at times without me, are to show nothing more than the hardest most walled prison I had put myself in although I never closed the door with no lock. To give to any who feel deeply enough to rekindle their own internal flame, the one message we all hold, but at times are too fearful to accept…

                   "we are never alone"....

   Surrounded by our own mental moving memories of movies we can direct and edit at will. How your movie, your memories, your own mental health fairs each moment's day is inevitably up to you. Your own noise warrior, or stillness of breath, depending on the details with no outcome you seek to find and free each time to watch, read, or observe when going through each reel inside yourself. Does your boatman take you to your own internal island to choose heaven or hell with each passing emotion of remembrance. The choice is after all always yours... To rewrite each time in your own way. Will you replay the same story time and visit again and again, or use your own co-creative imagination and desires to bask in your own love stories, the way you would have liked them to be. It does not matter the choice, only that you make it, for just as the paint on the walls all things are "inner" changeable. Color your life on your timelines, appreciate the ability we each carry to travel through time in our own body's memories and paint the portrait of the day in the sunrise or set, the moonlight, or dark star filled night. Change often and choose crazily for that after all is what life, living, and each our own forever growing Muchness is all about.

   "May the angels always comfort your demons and rivers of tears ever flow. 

May the embers of your heavens and hells always be stoked by the things you hold close. 

   Even when too hard to look at may you ever shine bright be it day or be it by night".