Month: December 2016

My ❤️ letter to you.

I think of beautiful rainbows

And hilltop trees

Babies in mangers

and people who are so excited they scream

Looking up as if this was a dream come true

The universe protecting our aching souls

And making things anew.

I think of loving couples who been together for years

I think of ultraviolet lilies growing in the spring

I see the same ones also wither away in the winter.

As if we are all are seasonal.

But their pureness remains the same. 

I think of our egos. 

How we are destined to be great.

That very strength that’s innate gives us the power to move forward,

I think of the beautiful handy craftsmanship of you. 

The most strongest person I know.

Your seasons whether cold or warm mean the world to me.

Your beautiful gestures are a joy to know.

I pray for peace in you,

The beautiful butterflies you give the world 

let’s me know how important you are here on earth.

Please don’t stop giving your love to me.

Because without it I don’t know where I’ll be.

Give your son the life you do have,

For he relies on your energetic spirit to be the most profound student in this dimension

we are currently in. 

You have given me a reason to smile again.

When things for me just all felt like the very end.

I appreciate how to made me alive again.

And for that, I’ll forever be indebted to you.

I don’t know how the colors in the sky merge together to make the most incredible picture you can ever take,

I don’t know how the gases in clouds are encompassed to make this beautiful fluffy feel in our hearts to melt, 

I don’t understand the out of body experiences I have when you kiss me,

I do know these are examples of a higher power in our souls and in our world we live in being present.

You made me see this.

You made me understand it’s even more to this.

How could one not fall in love with you?

I’ll never meet another quite like you.

Please know what I say is true.

Thank you for being a true friend,

where I know I can always come to and there is no end.

May you’ll always know how important you are to people’s lives.

You are here for a reason, embrace this life so it don’t just slip by.

What I saw is what I became.

The moon slightly new. The dawn coming soon, I see myself in the mirror and what I see is you.

I remember your gestures, right down to how you maneuver.Initially thought obscurity, you gently gave me a tour to your heart and how it’s shattered.

I went to your brain and saw how it’s assessed. I went to your spleen and saw the rage. you guided me to your darkness and I realized I didn’t pack a lunch. 

What I saw is what I became.Energy transference complete.You won I am defeated.With the greatest of psychedelic chemistry, you gave me your misery.I gladly took it with hopes I could see you shine like a mystic,Centerfold catalogs is where I saw you belong. 

my place in your life was to show you love is infinite. 

We both deserved each other.

Or perhaps it was preparation to induce more pain in you so you can heal properly.

Be one again.
Even the most ambitious must be aware some things are simply out of reach.I couldn’t get to you in time.

“Blame it on my youth.”

You slip out of my hands.No one caught me when I was falling off the ledge. You weren’t my savior yet you never intended to hurt me.

This end result is a hard laboring crime.
Up all night seeing our bodies intertwine in the dark as I mercifully watch my bed we made love in. “Where our souls danced.” The same bed you felt guilty in. The same bedding I drowned my tears in afraid that overdose was welcoming my death.

the death of a heaven sent union shattered by words and actions and pride and selfishness.

It didn’t have to be like this.But it is.

I ponder over numbers.I see soliloquies of the memories. I hear tale telling footsteps. I scream at the idiosyncrasies.

Yet and still you’ll be the one I would never understand. Until you uncover your belief in me. I can only dream you are marinating on the same thoughts.

Just as I still feel the deepest part of me tugging to be with you soon. 

 Another part is praying to never be in the likes of someone to use me as their crutch for self serving reasons.

Reasons and seasons.

Time is the illusion.

Let’s mind our mindfulness.