Love It is an emotion with all the power I find myself saying, I cannot live a fulfilling life Without you. I am happy. Because I know, This is what I've been waiting for Love
Can be read top to bottom or bottom to top, but love will always stay the same
Loneliness is a knife sharpened by ones own grievances and withdrawals It is not blamed on others but instead on one's inability to accept the quiet as a friend instead of a foe
Unravelled. Unspooled. Undone. Once upon a time, I was tightly woven. A part of the fabric of society but now. Now I’m frayed. A loose thread. Pull on me and it will all come Undone.
Maybe it was the hazy Sunday morning bliss or the cicadas screaming their annoying lullaby but I found myself drawn to the woods. Streams of blue and green water and muddy paths that lead me back to sanity every time I come through.
My past has kept me locked in city streets with too many people and too many memories. My present holds a sympathetic and nostalgic view for the things I love but also a craving for something vast and beyond.
As for my future if they ask me today I might just head to the woods and never leave. I’ll become one with the moss on the trees and the mushrooms in the ground. I’ll be the composure for the cicadas and the paint for the sunsets and sunrises.
Tonight we will dream of the right path to the New York life and the city dreams but tomorrow we’ll find the left path holds the cure to the soul in the trees.