Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow, there will be my one place of redemption. The trees will welcome me with their giant green welcomes. The rain will give me one drop of happiness after another to slide down my hair and over my face. The water gives me life. the water gives me happiness. The greatest wonder of the world. The forests are deep and dark. Their primevil nature gives me life with each wave of primal energy after the next.

The oceans will crash and roll; the birds and monkies will harmonize in ambience; the fruits will litter the ground and my eyesight swelling with colourful vitality; the wet grey clouds will be brimming with their unfathomable magnitude; the lianas and palms will provide my heavenly green canopy; Each bough of every tree will secure my steps; I will be smothered in life, completely enveloped with vivacious greens, light blues, dark browns, blasts of mist, and wind loosely winding around my hands. The ultimate closure of my deepest heartfelt desires, to fully embrace, a place where I can shut my eyes and open them with utmost content. A place where I cannot sleep every night. Not because of that burning desire but rather, its polar opposite. In anticipation of days rivaling my greatest happiness from the prior.

This is one of the Harder nights, I can make it, I could will a night like this over and over again for a weekend like this one. But what a hard night, do you ever get those nights where you are so lonely you just need something to hold? A hug can go a LONG way. I can live without it, until it happens. I could be alone, until I meet those special people. It was not so hard, until I realised how happy I could be. Ah but I dared it to be this way. HA! I dared life to give me its best shot in every waking moment of lonliness. HA! I laugh at every torment.

For as long as I am given a single moment of happiness, The moments of sadness have no bearing on my soul. For as long as my lonliness is consistant, I can know what to expect. Ah, the power of the human brain. It has the ability to forget what it does not desire and the ability to remember every joy. What a joy it was to watch those tapes of the Phillipines. what a joy it was to write every word he translated for me! Anok, sarup, lawai, keeta, bata, nigh nigh, nung sarup!

Is it wiser to disregard our emotions or is it wiser to understand them? One of the many questions of life.