deep in the forest of mistrust and pain there rests my heart, quite lonely though safe people attempt to find it but in vain for they know not the way to my most sacred place but you seemed to know the way through the forest you took no wrong turns, and fell in no trapsContinue reading “deep in the forest”
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a sadness.
There are times when I think about you, and feel, somewhere in the recesses of my being, a sadness. It is subtle and barely noticeable at first, but if I think about you for long enough, my heart starts to clench, and I suddenly want to cry, without knowing why, or where this pain comesContinue reading “a sadness.”
what is really needed.
It does not take much to make me happy: A conversation, a smile and eye-contact are all great, but unnecessary; What is really needed, Is just the sight of you, For with that, I know you exist, and are alive.
balm.
the sight of you is a delight and a balm, instantly soothing the aches that dig themselves inside after too long an absence; and out of which seeps out an unbearable longing, a seeking to be near you once more.
communion.
My soul longs to be in communion with yours. There, in the non-physical realms, I shall find you, and together we shall be, in perfect harmony, with no holding back, no walls keeping each other apart; We shall know each other inside out and there shall be only peace, and love, and joy from reunitingContinue reading “communion.”
bloom.
you are one of those rare beings in front of whom I wish to bloom
one little thing.
there is nothing I have to hold onto – except for that one little voice which said, “it feels good here”
if time is a bird …
If time is a bird, you are the wings that help it fly.
Words & Feelings 