It's so real

It feels so real even though it's far. The roll of distancing thunder. The roll of the waves of rain. Thundering. Pounding even. The sounds that life brings. All the rolling crashing booming shaking thunder. It just feels so real.

Was this all a dream? No. It was real. Those she had talked to and written to were real. Their stories were full, both of grace and of sadness. But life is like a piano, both black and white to make music. And that is what this was, and is. Her fellows, her friends, the chaps that talk till the late night hours, and morning sunrises. The ones who share dreams and hopes, to laugh and hope with. To find someone to fit along your piece and to share in a piece of the puzzle that we all ultimately form. And the world we ourselves have brought together. For we are the world builders. And we are dreamers. We are lovers. And we are warriors. We share dragons and tales of long and old forgotten times. To shake away the dusts of time that have covered the beautiful parts and pieces of us that we may have forgotten. The lovely ages when we knew only love or bliss. However short a time they may be. To live here, was a gift of peace. And a part of me. I found all of you, and you found me. I love you all. Because you are quite truly, friends in heart. And brothers and sisters in soul. For God has brought us together. And together we glorify Him. Praise be to God, praise to the Almighty. For He is the conqueror, and the Leader of all. The great I Am. The One true God. Our Father in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. For we are Your children, and we will be with you. We write our stories that you have places in us, and we do our best to do them justice. So we love you Lord. With all of our hearts.
 From a NaNoWriMo Chriteno.

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