carbonated joy

Excuse me, but don’t I know you from a different life?
I think I recognize you, but you looked younger then…much younger.
I think I remember you, but you look different now…very different.
You lived with wide eyed wonder, but now I look in your eyes and I wonder what changed violet to violent?
There’s a brittle coolness there now where there was once a beautiful curiosity.
And I wonder who sucker punched you in the soul?
You were trusting and tender then, but now you seem troubled and tough…very tough.
You smelled like cotton candy then, now you reek of cynicism.
Reality is sometimes cruel and it crushes childlike dreams with its brutal harshness.
Your heart was broken, and now it’s covered with scar tissue.
You forgot who you are,
But dear one…
It’s
Not
Over!
Come back…
Rediscover….
Remember….
Sometimes we have to grow backwards…be born all over, start again.
It’s not too late for you.
Smell the fresh hope.
Shake off the scales of cynicism, be washed by wild wonder.
Cut the callous spots off your soul.
Broken hearts can be made new.
Go to the Creator, he can re-craft you.
He is bigger than reality.
He transforms violent back into violet.
He turns scar into story.
He has kept your tears in a bottle.
He has held your dreams like precious jewels.
Let the Wonderful One reacquaint you with wonder. Enter wide open places where you can play instead of perform.
Breathe…
Begin…
Be.
Excuse me, but don’t I know you from a brand new life?