The most beautiful sights in this world, are the incedental ones.

Like the sun bursting through the sturdy walls of a rain storm. 

The sun isn't all the way through, yet you can see the rays of determination slicing through the clouds.

As if God himself is reaching down to your neglected hands. 

It's not only a mixture of sharp luminescence and the coarse of Mother Nature, but blinded hope in desguise;

concealed from the barrier of lost dreams and lonely ambition.

The barrier: a dark grey wall, strong and made of steel. 

But the burning sensation of remarkable aspiration melted the bolts of despairing false hope. 

Walls crumbled and the enlightenment of possibilities now conquers the sky.

The moments like these can only be given appreciation by the damaged.

The hopeless.

Do not despair.

Life may be leaving bloody wounds upon what is left of your innocent, moral purity,

But the wound is the place where the light enters you. 

Welcome it back home.