Too Much Talking : Too Much Overthinking

too much talking : too much overthinking

little one, how you have grown. how you have hurt. turning towards your sins - nurturing your rage.

i gaze upon the heart, allowing my face to rest against your punctured wounds. i weep, as you suffocate the seed of purpose. why must you run to the water? - do you search for the bottomless pit? in hopes that blu will become black and black consume your restless soul?

i awoke. thinking of your childlike presence. recalling the smile which shimmered in iridescent hues - overwhelming the lips, as laughter spewed beyond the spirit and into the air.

i recalled the mother who held her first born, rejoicing in tongues. mesmerized with love, as her reflection mirrored her in infancy. i recalled her … as my heart beats for you, thumping heavily.

dear friend, i suppose in your sadness you have not heard the opening of windows and the swinging of doors. i pray for your weakened heart and the bitterness which has wrapped your soul. might you ask the stars above for strength or have you forgotten? … purpose lingers at the draw of your breath.

how do you get your thoughts across without over sharing?

some days i simply wish we never crossed paths. because even though this love is all consuming and nothing more beautiful i’ve ever experienced. what am i to do with it ,if you can never love me back?

hidden beneath the soil : created in the image of the earth

my heart is aching and i miss you terribly