I was walking in a brightly lit hall when contrastingly, I saw two almost pitch black pearls. Those were the eyes of a stuff toy, Stitch. At first, I was mystified and pushed the thought in the corner of my mind. Suddenly, my eyes caught glimpses of its tears; and they scream the signs of wearing down. (I hoped it won't completely get broken down.) I'm thankful of whatever moved my heart; my heart, then, moved my feet to action. I picked up the broken and scattered pieces: the foams, the fabrics, the threads, and Stitch itself. Days have gone by, weeks and months, a dozen or so. During those times, I tried stitching Stitch. I mended together what were torn apart. With my two hands, slowly, it was getting back to its former, actually, greater beauty. Still, there were some parts that confounded me. Due to my lack of knowledge, I may also have reattached severed parts that instead of mending, it worsened the stuff toy's state. I used my two hands again, hoping that someday, Stitch will be completely mended. However, instead of using these two hands to stitch Stitch myself, I just clasped the two in prayer form and prayed for someone who better can. That's why, I'm like a cup brimming and overflowing with joy when I knew that a Master Craftsman can water what I planted, or rather, completely fix the broken and scattered pieces. I knew that the Master Craftsman, who works meraki, will be a great help. I thought, "If it is the Master Craftsman who has a vast experience and probably had many toys that were broken and is willing to fix them, I know that Stitch would be in good hands if I ask the Master Craftsman to repair Stitch." And so I did. I will remain checking Stitch from time to time to see how the repair is going. With His love and the Master Craftsman's, I'm sure that healing is just a matter time. I'm contented... and prithee, Stitch, let it be known that there will always be a part of you with me, and I in you. I know, because I left a crimson mark inside you.
This little bunny is saddened to see raindrops falling from the skies, big bro Stitch. Here, here, this little bunny will wipe your crystalline, salty rivers created by your skies. The nimbus clouds, with all their burdens, echoed their thunders. You may pour it, pour it all. Be free, as a bird of freedom. But at the end of the day, I hope you see the rainbow of promise, the rainbow of hope and of bright heavens.
May the waters that flow, not harm, but kindly give sustenance to the sapling of your learnings. I pray that someday, I see that marvelous tree boldly standing upright, after withstanding all that life gives it. And that someday, I may even enjoy at least some quickly passing moments upon its dependable trunk under the comforting shadow of its lush foliage.
Let your teardrops not harden or embitter you; but I hope you see to it that it may mellow and enliven your heart, and your whole being. This little bunny is under the rainy sky, letting the emotions seep into its skin, into its heart. O, Stitch, lo, you're not alone under this upset weather. Through your spiritual eyes, you see this little bunny standing right beside you. O, and a white feather too, drifting on your face, and look, it swept away your tears, saying, "It'll be alright." Holding your hand, breeze saying hi, let's look up high, and behold that the rain has passed and the Sun shines, smiling at us.
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Stitch not my wounds Their depth and pain I adore , alone Mend them not a bit Heal them not With plethora of fake sweet knit. Let them flow Let me grow Let them ooze out Where our conscience glow Where heart bleeds Where words wail Where tears form waves At the threshold of ruthless strain Where mountains of stifling grief Block marathon of breathless breath I'll sit and stare then on the other side of the solitude's lane Rub my orbs, stretch my efforts Start anew painting a New Horizon.