raelalala
She paused. It was quiet and dark in her safe little room.
She stepped forward, knowing how beautiful l it is when light pierces through the darkness.
Ah, but it is also so revealing.
She liked the solitude, the lack of exposure.
Why would she open the curtains and let the light in?
But aren't you lonely?
How is the terrain of your heart? Are you hard like the stone cobble that you journey over, or are you soft like the moist ground that runs through your hands?
If I planted my love, would you let it grow? Or is it stubborn, and obbrasive?
Let me take route in your soul. Let me love you and change you.
makes me go
is currently broken
there's nothing to keep me running
or moving
or loving
I'm empty
I need a replacement
A new me?
perhaps.
Choke,
sputter,
spit
full stop.
Stalled.
Me.
I'm sorry. You need me to work. To move forward.
I can't.
Broken down on the side of the road is all I have to offer.
Love me?
I stand on this ground
I breathe this air
I smile at these faces
I hear these stories
My body is here
This place is called home
And yet my soul
feels
mis -
placed.
You will become.
You will not stay the same, but you will grow.
You have learned and you have changed.
You have failed and you have faltered.
But this I promise you -
Your days are not empty.
The pieces of your journey will amount to a story.
Maybe it only tells of love.
Maybe that's enough.
Confident.
Know your dreams.
Don't succumb to fear.
Take heart. Have courage.
Faith is being sure of what you hope for.
Not thinking, but rather doing.
Break down the directions. Unfreeze.
GO.
Move forward, don't look back.
Proceed.
Actual.
The opposite of kind-of.
Not to be mistaken with fake.
Is similar to real.
Something I struggle to be.
Authentic.
Not just a version, not just a story.
Real life.
I am -
Actually me.
Everybody knows what they don't want to talk about - what they won't admit to anyone else but themselve. And the best part is, they won't ever admit to knowing it. Hell, they may not even know they know it! But there is always something....there is always something hiding inside a person. Always. They just might not know it yet. It's are job to find it. Until we can share what we know we have hidden, we can't be authentic. Plain and simple. People have to know us or they'll never love us. We learn to keep ourselves hidden and unknown-but that's the recipe to apathy...not love. That's a lie.