Whose standards are you living by? And imma be frank, I projected that on to you guys. Being dissatisfied with your journey makes you lash out on the ppl nearest you because you can’t define where the stagnation is coming from…because you never defined the direction for self. And maybe it’s that we know those…
Whispers in the wind, Fresh footprints in the now. Of the path places, we’ve been. We venture far, we venture near. Yet, the whisper still remains Because the inner world is never as deeply revered.
Sweet Darkness consumes me, I am weary. I am but an island lost in the sea of pain. I believe black will end its reign. Red wrist become Red Seas. Come, come. Envelop me. Mute the wails of broken hearts and empty words. I hope these spoken are the last heard.
I I am… I mean I have chronic depression. For many years, I thought there was something wrong with me. I would start things I couldn’t finish. I would make friends I couldn’t keep. I would commit to a healthier lifestyle that I would eventually neglect and trade in for a sedentary binge. I make…
The rivers of her nature are the promise land of milk and honey… sweet, sweet sin. I sap it up let her passion travel within. Her waters are healing. Her waves wash over me. She lets me wade at high tide. Her curves are a wild ride. I am now trapped in her whirlpool as…
I feel the spotlight of your gaze and the piercing sympathy that you share.In that gaze, I am consumed with the insecurity of self.The desire to be all, but the knowledge that I may not be the missing piece.Wrapped up in the comfort of your heart, I allowed self to deliver an eloquent soliloquy.The vulnerability I…