Sometimes I think about you humans while I’m out. I was in Aisle 7 the other day and had the urge to just get home and write about how often I hate that I hide when I see someone I know.
I feel the comfort in my soul to know you are here. That I can come home to you and it doesn’t matter if you haven’t read all my posts to know what you can about me, but just the fact it is out there for your eyes to find. It’s part of a success. The amount that is laid out here, it is fascinating for my heart to feel.
It makes bringing the dark and scary and wobbly personas of myself to the table (outside of WordPress), more of something I feel capable of doing.
Thanks Cyber Room. For helping to make the other rooms of my house be filled with more me.
You’re the type to leave me speechless while I’m bursting at the seams to speak
The one that’s got me wrapped around my own beating heart.
I’ll gently breath into your soul, while you aggressively reach for mine
And we’ll dance this song to the end so that the start is what we’ll find.
There is no harness to your love
all attachments are custom made
Pre-designed with the power to continue
like it does when I least think it does.
Your wheels are always forward
but they move left, right, and round
circles that keep the motion going
yet makes meeting the bad places
In the circles we always want it to
We can’t help this time
what we love.
As much destruction
has broken us to twigs
we move and move
because your love has no harness
it is ready and always fresh
ready to take
even my presence
oh that I pay the price for all of this
is but only
a part of your love.
I have a blank head at the moment.
But anytime I’ve been away from the computer the past two days, I have a consistent thought.
I’m going to let force myself to slip into a careless, functioning part of stillness and float.
It’s all stories.
Everyone is one. Everything we say and do, is at least a part of one. That One is Yours.
Then we have the impacts. We’re all characters with roles we don’t even know we’re playing.
The amount we relay and to whom is a part of our character. People percieve it at all different levels, but the fact that we’re now apart of not just our one story, but theirs too, is kind of cool. Right?
You fill up your vehicle at a gas station that has really great fuel prices. Your aunt tells her friend that, and her friends son goes to that exact gas station and sees a friend that invites him out to a baseball dance party game slash whatever sounds awesome right here and he has such a great time and meets his future wife.
We are all connected.
I guess a blank mind is never actuallly blank.