Learning how to love…

I’ve spent the last few days thinking about all the people I’ve ever felt very connected to, people who I have loved and who have not loved me, and people who have loved me but who I cannot ever love. And it’s provided me with some ideas. I am slowly starting to understand that all these people have something to teach me. How to love and how to not love, how to be kind and how to be unkind. The last few days have made me think about who will stay and who will leave. The people I can call … Continue reading Learning how to love…

Feel yourself…

Lay naked with yourself in a bed of fresh sheets on Saturday morning. Be bare and proud and vulnerable. Blush and peek through your fingers to note how the beams of light hit your stomach. Love yourself instead of seeking it in others. Whisper to your thighs with affection. Compare them to a vast landscape with streams and stories so they can begin to understand just how captivating they are. Artists dream of doing them justice. People travel for miles to take them in. Recite forgotten love notes to your hips. Let them know that deep down you’re sorry for … Continue reading Feel yourself…

We seek …

We seek a thing that we can hold, feel and breath in. Never knowing that when we find it and lose it,we can never find it again. Not like we knew it before. The things may seem akin to what we sought but it never really is, it changes with each new blink of eyes,with every beat of different hearts. The music of the soul sounds new and and the feel of the rhythm to each beat is different to the ears that hear. We all love. We all love many times, but never, ever is it the same way … Continue reading We seek …

Words…

To find the words in my mind that fall from fingertips dipped in ink and smeared with the blood of thought. I cannot voice these things with sound, my throat clenches with the fear of spoken thoughts. There are too many things trapped inside, too many wants without recompense. Scattered and lost, some found through stumbling in the dark of my empty corners. These are the reasons why I am obsessed with words, this is why I spill blood through ink, onto pages real and lost. This is the meaning of me, the things that tie me to this world, … Continue reading Words…