Beauty Lies In The Eyes Of The Beholder

There is always light above the clouds. As smoke rises I float along with the wind. Drifting to a new place, existence never felt so safe. All along we captured ourselves in hope for a new beginning. Thoughts ran out. Blood... Thank God for blood. I never felt something so powerful then The Savior running through my veins. Angels don't get this high, so be glad your alive. When I thought it was over it had only just begun. The landing was rough but so was the air. It cleansed my lungs and free oxygen brought me back to life. Then a silhouette of angels landed with me. With light on their backs and their hands on my shoulders. Gravity strapped me down right away and I knew that the Heavens were real. I just never knew that something so beautiful as this, felt so magnificent to these eyes. This planet we walk on is so beautiful, the waters are so clean, the air is so refreshing. We wasted it all. We wasted everything we've had and taken it all for granted. Selfish is the kiss on our lips. But now more than ever I Thank God I had a moment of existence. A stigmatic chance of once feeling dead, only to be alive for just a little while longer.