I float and exist in this beautiful color and space only for us. Suppose I were to be mentally stuck in a time of my love. Let it be one of these many moments of awe, thinking about how your eyes twinkle when I make you blush, even how your breathing pattern changes, letting out a soft release that mimics a floating flower dancing in the spring air. Wondrous...love, take all the space you desire. Guide me out of angsts and into an abyss that only divine healing carries onward with every squeeze from your hand. Your touch is like a soothing balm that effortlessly eases my worries, my sweet. It can calm my restless mind and bring me a sense of peace.
XO
Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
Please don't run away. I know you've never experienced it in this way; these emotions may feel like a lot. I am not asking you to love me in the same way as much as I am asking you to remain present with me. We can alter and adjust anything that feels like a challenge with patience. You're safe here. You feel it. So let's heal together. I have completely fallen for you. My heart may've shattered and blown in the wind on the way down. Our connection pulls me closer to you with each minute we stand and hold one another; our heart- its brokenness- is restored.
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 1:12 AM UTC
I love God, but I know fruits do not increase rapidly.
Growth takes decades.
God's love tugs at my center to become;
a lifelong progressive journey of changing towards glory, light with no shades.
The acceptance within grace is often overlooked and belittled in this vague sense of tolerance.
Like Sheryl Ralph and Jennifer Lewis said, look into the mirror and speak love over your whole body.
You are to love what's challenging to approach within the self.
See- observe- with the same soft gaze you give to children and elders.
Celebrate what you can do.
Celebrate what you can't.
Growth within decades.
I love God, and I know fruit does not increase when rushed.
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 11:58 PM UTC