... are like seeds.

They are meant to be scattered!


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SøułSurvivør
7/11/2017

When

you

look
at
her

Stop

Searching
    

  For

    My


Eyes

Beautiful blue sky
Floating endlessly in love
Making the clouds sigh

There is a poet
behind the clouds
Screaming thy blue

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

i'll want you the way
i want coffee:
in the morning,
in the afternoon,
in the night.
all the time.

Tangled up in webs of longing
To be who I can never be
My struggles only draw strands tighter
So they can strangle who I really am.
                                   LJM

when i let go of the idea of myself
i make room to hold onto others.

when i hold onto others and they let go of me
i find myself reaching out into nothing.

searching, grasping, reaching.