Sequential Systematic

One day a young girl woke up in her bed. The morning sun shining on the leaves of the tree outside her window, she sat up and in her soft, gentle hangover from the slumber of the previous night, smiled. This is what she saw.

A bird singing, perching on the ledge, that had witnessed many emotional outbursts through countless nights of pain and joy.

A ray of light gently engulfing the floor of the room and in doing so revealing the beautiful innocence of hopes and desires.

A realization of the remnants of a dream of the night past and a desperate search for putting the pieces back together.

A new-found freedom of expression and anxiety in the hope of the experience of a new day.

A rhythmic thumping of the heart beat, continuous and unrelenting upto the moment of darkness.

A new touch of the soul on the blanket of humanity as it solemnly spreads over the terrain in its green glory.

A painful smile that appears across the face of a virgin, overwhelmed only by the tear-drops that trickle down the aged cheeks of mankind.

An anticipation of the new day shaped by the light of the sun glaring down on to the beautiful and peaceful blue earth.

A touch of emotion on the soulless lives of shattered hearts and lost souls.

A soft warm light in the greatest depths of the darkness within my soul.