Jul 2019
Is it mind or heart that craves the touch of love?
Is it born within me or come from God above?
And what fires this lonely burning rising in my soul?
What drives this sense of yearning for things to make me whole?
Why do I always feel half empty and always out of place?
Why when I close my eyes can I discern a feminine shape of face?
Why do I crave to fill these spaces so vast within my heart?
How flawed I truly must be, to be missing clearly, some vital part.
Am I meant to endure and ignore my hearts so empty call?
Or should I simply find a way, to not search for answers here at all?
Is it born within me or come from God above?
And what fires this lonely burning rising in my soul?
What drives this sense of yearning for things to make me whole?
Why do I always feel half empty and always out of place?
Why when I close my eyes can I discern a feminine shape of face?
Why do I crave to fill these spaces so vast within my heart?
How flawed I truly must be, to be missing clearly, some vital part.
Am I meant to endure and ignore my hearts so empty call?
Or should I simply find a way, to not search for answers here at all?
Some journeys cannot be measured by miles or kilometers... they are too vast for such trivial measures.... too cumbersome for matters of mind, of heart, of soul. Where these things meet even light years are too small a measure. How do you measure loneliness?
