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.
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