A thought larger than myself
There are things that happen naturally, without effort.
They are felt and they are.
Others come making noise and break a weakened soul.
When a ray of sunlight manages to escape the middle of a storm, it does nothing but search for an honest heart. It searches, it searches, it searches.
Others, by the thousands, embrace one another, flaunting garish clothes covered in sequins.
But the ray who escaped the tempest lets himself go, serenely.
He runs through the fingers of bastards. While they do their best to catch him, he does nothing to stop them.
Because there are things that happen naturally, without effort.