No. I will no longer be ashamed. I won't fear anyone's opinion anymore.
The process of letting you go is a hard road for me. And I will talk about it.
Nothing is more difficult than seperating out of love.
At the time I needed you and you needed me and nothing stopped us, we didn't want to stop.
And today, I must tell myself that it wasn't "love" that kept us going, it was only two empty people that filled each other at the time.
There was love - only you and I hold and understand - that served the lust and the infatuation that fueled our urge to be together.
And when this urge wrapped itself around our necks, I accepted us ending in a separation anchored with silence.
Today, streets and roads and houses and villages and trees remind me of you.
Tomorrow, the same streets and roads and houses and villages and trees will still remind me of you, and everytime I'll miss you or think of you, I will go there hoping I'd see you.
Because boy you were beautiful, and a mess and soft and lost and I couldn't handle you anymore, I was suffocating.
I am mad at you but thank you for letting me go.



- LynnAA

What is this trap?
What is this none sense of not expressing our feelings?
Why is it better not to to reach for our past emotions and talk about them?
What is this trap?
To feel so anciently and never express?
To refrain from feeling because we should heal?
Why do our feelings become traps?



- LynnAA

Time was sweeping me off my feet
I knew I was never going to touch you again
So I held a war against time
How to ask time to understand me, to slow down, because a whole day wasn't enough in your arms?
You only know the value of a moment when you know that it will die.
I am jealous of my memories
They still hold you, laugh with you, smell you, ride with you, tell you they love you, feel you looking at them
Time was never enough
And maybe it would have never been.



- LynnAA

I miss you.
Sometimes it's like that.
I do believe in the goodness in your heart, the care you held me in, the look that insisted ever so intensely that you love me
But love, we were only an experience.
I was supposed to come
I was supposed to go
And sometime, I miss you



- LynnAA

I unconsciously go there, hoping you'll pass by and you'll recognize me and I'll recognize you
We'll look at each other, lose control of the gear, lose our presence on the road, lose all focus and win a chance for death
But in each others' eyes we have already leapt into death, for you must go on and I must go on, silently
the same way we said goodbye
Because stopping the car and running to hug each other will only lead us to more death
because what comes after death, now that we are already dead?



- LynnAA

Light leaks into my favorite room
An orange ray over light blue floor and walls
We point our toes, open our arms, extend our fingers, hold our heads high and our legs higher, we turn, leap, grab the floor and embrace our temporary wings
All that with us unaware of the light having it's own dance on our bodies.
This room is a home for angels
This room is for bodies who found home within their souls
This room is my home
This room is who I am
I am blessed to dance around light and with it
I belong here
I belong home
Now I know



- LynnAA

Engrave your fingers in me and pull me out of my presence.



- LynnAA