#journy
Do you love me?
Those four words were once so hard to say with sanity. As if my mother tongue forbade me to know how it meant once. I have sat all day in the empty spaces of us; trying to find an answer without verbalizing it
So I slept on it; I waited on it; I walked on it; I dreamed about it; I accepted it;
And I meant it
And I realized; why should I ask him? Because if he loves me he would tell me. Maybe he is not the type of guy who wander around and saying I love you—a shy one, perhaps—my mind stops thinking.
Or
He simply does—not love me?
He stared at me in a long pause and kissed me at 2 a. m
‘Do you like me?’ I asked
He stopped and bit my lip; he was not quite there yet
Loud and clear, I have found my answer in his silence
*It's not even a hard question god **** it!*
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
Sometimes you have to leave the one you love
to find yourself through other people
Like letting go of a dove
in order to stop looking at the mirror through a peephole
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
I love you so much but
I'm not going to change for you sweety
I'm changing for myself
I'm changing at my own pace
And for what I believe
Will be in the greatest interest
of all who I interact with too.
Darling, hush and evaluate yourself
I allow you to respond to my changing
If you cannot be patient you may leave
It's alright.
If you cannot believe
It's alright, its alright
Your loving me doesn't mean you have to stay
Your loving me doesn't mean you have to go
Your loving me. Means you love
yourself first
If you have to stay / If you have to go
To love
Yourself first
Then do so.
But,
I have decided to take my personal journey more seriously.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.
You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
I wait in a line that seems endless
I look ahead only to see that the others are doing the same
The ground beneath my feet is marble, white with a blue shimmer,
Above me resembles that of a wood celling in a log cabin,
Behind me I meet the eyes of another waiter,
He quickly stands straight only to reveal another pair of eyes behind him,
There is a sound un recognizable in the distance and the line moves,
Though only a step, a sigh of relief, for there is much distance to travel,
The light comes and goes, with no observable source of light,
Looking right I see another step out of line,
Standing taller then the rest he heads my direction,
I ask as he passes "what do you see ahead of this line?"
He stares blankly then looks over the heads,
"Do you want the truth?" he asks,
I nod noticing that my personal space has grown smaller,
He points forwards then backwards and says,
"That is where you are going, and that is where you've been,"
"So at some point you'll reach where you're going?"
My space bubble expands with a hushed whimper,
It comes to mind that I should ask him one more question,
"Where are you headed then?"
He smiles, his teeth almost all gone,
"Why wait to know what I already can see"
"I plan to skip this line and find a new one on my own"
He waves as we part his tall figure an outline in the distance,
The line moves though I find myself still standing,
I am tapped on the shoulder and hear "May i skip you?"
I step aside no longer compliant with staying in line.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC