He stood on the edge of his world…
Watching and Waiting.
He watched as life passed him by, as it played out its hand, as it ran its course…
Watching and Waiting.
He watched as life passed him by, as it played out its hand, as it ran its course…
He watched as painted people lived their pictured lives…as hollow forms moved through empty existence.
He watched as metallic voices cried out to deafened, unhearing ears...as cold hearts pumped lifeless blood into the vacuum of their souls.
And he waited for love to touch their world...and for peace to enter their chaotic existence.
He turned from the scene that lay before him, facing away from their tortured souls, as they played out the life they had been given - acting out the roles they had been assigned.
He sought others to join him…others who waited…others who recognized the futility of life without feeling.
He sought those refusing to accept existence without purpose…relationships without love…reality without dreams.
He sought those who found reality living within a world of possibilities…rather than being satisfied to exist within the confines of their circumstances.
He sought those who existed within a world restrained only by the limitations of their dreams…
rather than being limited by the reality of their troubled worlds.
He sought those who would challenge the life they had been given…rather than accepting the burdens they had convinced themselves were real.
Searching desperately for those who would share his watching…his waiting…his dreaming…of a perfect world filled with love and laughter so that he would no longer simply watch…merely wait…endlessly dream…but begin to truly live…
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