Was I loving today?
Did I bless others?
Where is my heart?
What is the price for being in control?
Fear and fragility
Where is the path to freedom?
In giving up control
I've missed you.
I'm not in control.
And I have found freedom instead.
Tired is not sleepy.
Should does not equal can.
But I can create.
I am a words-smith, and fashion places for emotions to exist.
Will you come and sit with me?
Will you share my space?
Exist and feel my emotions?
Will you?
Things follow others.
Nothing new.
Nothing here, nor there.
All old. All recycled. All moments on a string
Like a necklace of pearl beads.
One, two, three, four...
My love
My pride.
Which is closer to my heart?
Indecision, waffling, confusion.
I choose my heart.
I choose your heart.
I love you.
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