sometimes it can be exhausting to be caught in a thought within a thought, that leads to more thought.
soul searching exists when the days get longer and champagne over pours thy glass.
writing is freeing,creativity spills in raw,uncut emotions that unveil into words; does every feeling become a letter to form a verb, nouns only reside where love can be found a person, place or thing. lately I've been filled with adjectives; extremely,heavy,impossible etc...
God only knows why it's taking me so long. He may be running short on lessons with me, I cant seem to forgive my past. I keep making the same mistake persistently.
but when I can articulate the heftiness of this over weight heart, life seems simple when I can manifest my premonition the freeing,vacant notion that I become overwhelmed with is indescribable.
as for the can't touch raunchiness that I can't pull out i'll be in touch soon.
I need to stop believing in people so much and pivot into my I's...
ughh. PAUSE. (breathe)
That simple.
The End.
