Hidden depths, (never hidden from love) can be powerful to move folks to heroism. When called upon rise up, practise virtue, a person can breathe pure air of sainthood.
Scared Of my feelings My passion My joie de vie Trampled and caged and abused for so long Knowing it’s time For the oyster shell to open up And reveal the stunning pearl inside Born from grit and uncomfortableness. Knowing it’s time To accept my fate To embrace all that is and Allow myself to experience True passion True connection True love
I wonder what it would be like to rewind back to a specific day Before the pain and loss took place Could it all just be erased Allowing yourself to fall back into a better place Before the pain could start and loss could ever be taken away....
sometimes i remember that i’m in my twenties and it feels like i’m almost running out of time even when people tell me there’s plenty and it’s tiring being in a world that only goes in fast forward
so most of the time i’m lying down here wishing I was a weeping willow hanging over a swan pond and be at peace