I Ramble Like I was someone you Once knew

***This is Borrowed from my other blog www.auroremakki.com***

Let’s call it fate,I’ll call it me in Retrospect. Stop, rewind, and pause. No do not play it now, it’s that last message, my will to the world; My legacy of life.How is life a legacy? I am spoken of, I am thought of, I am touched on many levels.

I am Merely human , but inhuman with the life I lead.And to you, reader, I leave you this. The beauty I see through my eyes,the beauty everyone else is blind to.I leave you the threads to sanity, and the way to insanity.I leave you the forsaken love(S) of the world, and the Shaken wills of the weak.I leave you the moments of surrender, and the moments where I stood strong.The casual glimpses I caught of people I never knew would impact me,People now I call friends, lovers, foes.I leave you everything my mind ever thought -every feeling I ever felt- in hopes and prayers that one day, when you have my legacy in your hands I would have given you strength to live. Strength to realize that you need not be reading my life, but living your own and writing about it.

So Dear Reader, is it fate, that your elegantly tapered fingers are flipping through the pages of my life. Or that your curious hungry eyes are scanning the ink entrapped on the surface of those unwillingly long pages. Maybe fate, But couldn’t it have been you stealing my secrets just so you would have to stop thinking of yours?Having something to look at, analyse, criticize. Forgetting our own happiness, sadness, troubles, everything about our lives, and delving into the depths of my life.

My life, an ever interesting thing to a lot of people. Around me, near me, far.People I know, people I don’t. For me, there is always something to talk about and something new to write about. So hold my book closer to your eyes, so that you don’t miss a word. And your hand closer to your heart, so that you don’t miss a beat. For those moments when you remember through my own memories, through my own eyes.

But what if my eyes were to lie, what if my eyes weren’t objective, what if my eyes were biased? No, I won’t ask a lot of questions but bear in mind that they are my eyes and it is my mind. And I am the one feeling. According to what I feel I write, and I create willingly a path to my life, I give away a leaf of my weakness , I give away a part of my bubble. I may not exist to you, but you may know me through yourself. I am the voice you hear every night, wondering about the things you could’ve done, felt, written. But it’s all wonders nothing more.

Within those pages are the enacting of all that you ever wished you could’ve went through, but sometimes watching is better than learning first hand. I do not know regret, nor hate. I am at peace with my past, and at peace with the impending future. Why?! It’s because as I have grown older, I have noticed that the things that worried me back then, mattered not. They were all mere obstacles that my young age couldn’t comprehend.

So Dear Reader Welcome to my world, READ ON!!

Love,

Fearless