Do Not Unfasten Your Vision...Lock Your Gaze on The Goal!

The number three has this unrelenting presence in my realm. Is it you? Exhausted, from emotional analysis, I travel home from a vain establishment where I set hair ablaze with toxic chemicals, delineate facial intricacies and detonate brain cells along with the flickering potential to grasp the essence of 'true' beauty. It's A-okay! My skill set warrants such an effervescence for what I prefer to regard as 'accentuating true beauty'. However, this one site demolishes my viewpoint.
The horizon...whether a sunrise or a sunset...I am ripped from reality and 'lullaby ed' into the supernatural. I am beckoned to a pool of tears because of love. The Horizon speaks as if it is His face, His voice, His heart - a tangible version of His heart toward me. Screaming with a Valencia orange, a tropical mango, an unseen coral beneath the depths, a blossoming lavender and many more that I am too small to describe. A three-pronged cloud as if three fingers protruding from the end of the earth. My breath removed as tears begin pooling in the lower lid of my eyes, a gasp as I search for air. Tears...only tears. "Do not lose site of the vision. Do not loose faith in the dreams I have given you. Do not stop hoping in the goal. Do not lose site of your dreams as they are close at hand. They are nearer..." The Horizon...His face, His Voice, His heart - a tangible version of His heart toward me.

Proclamation of Affection

In this minuscule tin can I weave in and out of co-parts on the massive highway. Tailgating the vehicle just ahead as a male silhouette gently reaches out to a female shadow and affirms her with his hug. Unknown is her reaction to his affirmation. Unknown is how she feels loved. Is it conditional or unconditional? Is she truly held? Is his physical proclamation of affection for certain? Is she being duped? Who will know? She does. I know she knows! As the product of ambiguous confirmation...if that makes sense...I know she knows. Unkempt emotions manifest as disconcerting! Untouched devastation rears itself as conditional love! Unloved pain cuts with empty verbage! I know she knows. I know that this heart is yet to be healed. This heart is screaming for a proclamation of affection. So full at times...long periods of time - periods of eternal joy and unconditional satisfaction, yet conditional. Ups and downs...Ups and downs. I know she knows. A proclamation of affection - a single heart desire! I know she knows. A moment on the highway that interrupted a thought process...lunch with Monica, shopping at Posh, working out at the gym, grocery shopping for Nancy, and driving home there stood an obstacle to a unending analytical mental engagement. To halt thoughts is to jolt a world of emotion into a place of return to a desire for a proclamation of affection. I know she knows. I know He proclaims affection for her, but she remains uncertain in all her heart's desires to be loved. I know He loves me unconditionally, but as Trent says 'I just want to touch something...I want something tangible', she wants her husband to make a proclamation of affection to a lifetime of ups and downs founded in a marriage covenant with a beautiful family. All of this she knows....all of this she desires....all of this she is reminded of on the highway....all of this she is recollecting after much pain and longing....all of this she rehashes after a duo-silhouette on the freeway from a rear window of a SUV. All of this He has promised! He has promised! So, all of this she hopes for by faith!

Innocence is Static...

Look at it...