I have been sitting waiting for the light.
Not knowing when it will hit me that the time is right.
I walk into a sea that was not filled with creatures.
It held the desire that were lost in the depths of my mind.
This is the start of a new chapter, yet I still cannot write.
I know this is the beginning, but it seems I have been here before.
When does the wind stop blowing and the sea starts to part?
I see it soon, but what does that mean anyway.
A new opportunity has been presented.
A new door could be open.
I can not help, but to wonder does it need to be?
Is it something that I need to walk through.
I can only think of is yes, but I do not want to miss the things that make me.
I want to run to this, but than again I think I should walk.
This is everything that I do not want, but it everything that I truly need.
Just another day of life is what this all seems.
A light has been given outside a door.
It feels safe to walk into, as if it will be unseen.
This is the new something that has been well written.
This is not my work of art.
This is simply just work.
I want to feel the flames.
The thunder that makes the world shake.
I keep trying to find the things to say.
I just do not know what to say.
I need to bring the thoughts that are running to a walking pace.