If this is the process of a heart opening up to love,
feeling just got an infinate times more tender.
My sensitive guts, oh come on now!
I feel broked open!
Airing out my heart has never happened
it’s the only thing on the line
blowing in the wind and those dusts and specks, yeah! They blast into my blood line and stream through me like they know they ain’t supposed to be there
and it brings me to my knees, oh like heckaloo it does.
I’m bending out of a tree and I just want to feel limp
to not feel the split open of my heart
all the strings and power and muscle exposed
just hurting aching longing
Lake Heart Ache.
what a fricken real life thing .