Shouldn’t we hug more ?
So many people on their phones and with their heads down, we have lost the personal interaction. The need to have human contact
I want to feel connected and held.
I want to feel safe and loved.
I want to forget and relax
I want to hide in you and sleep
Who wants a hug???
We are all looking for instantaneous change – something right now in the moment without the hard work – without the waiting
Our lives expect it – we are being changed by technology to expect it
How do we break free
How do we build our patience
How do we show others the same
We can’t do this alone
You sense that feeling grow inside. You are not fooled that you can contain it.
It has the potential to heal you and harm you at the same time.
And yet you let it take hold and swallow you up knowing that fighting it is no good.
Where did it start ? How did it take hold ?
I can’t remember the tipping point and if I could it wouldn’t help me.
I am lost to it and let it envelop me …
Sometimes life can build to greater success if you just hit the pause , take a deep breath and appreciate who you have become.
You will find ‘better’ when you least expect it and at the strangest times
We enjoy reading and watching flawed characters because we recognize ourselves in them. We are flawed but so much more interesting that way and insanely human.
And how ever much we begin to examine and recognize those flaws in ourselves they continue to be unrecoverable and accepted
What instead happens is we sometimes try and mask them and show a different side to others until we find that partner, who we open up to wholly, and they embrace them and accept them as part of you.
We kissed and seem to have that intense connection through the meeting of our lips.
In that desperate desire to express our passion or the gentle touch as we explored that spark that is kindled by our lips meeting.
That isolation within unseen walls,
observing life’s progress and feel your own within empty space.
Can someone come in and share my walls.
Can someone open me up and connect
Did you ever put on some music and remember when…
You get a glimpse of the first time of hearing…
Memories of long ago and for a split second you are back there…
And then u think what about now – what great music is making my memories now…
Life is made up of moments that stay with us and i hope…
My music today is…… you
I was searching through previous writings and came across this collection 🙂
Lean closer i will keep you warm
Lean closer I will hold you,
Lean closer I will kiss you,
Lean closer still and I will never let go.
The kiss changes everything,
Clear thoughts are gone – reason thrown to the winds to float away,
Lost in the moment, anything possible
Take me away and don’t let me return.
I close my eyes and trace your face in every detail.
I miss the chance to run my fingers along the contours.
To explore each small piece that tells the story of your sorrow and joy.
I only wish I created some of that happiness before you left.
We hang on so long hoping ….
Is the time spent in joy or will anxiety and fear win out.
The battlefield defenses go up and we prepare.
What a waste of energy –
Oh
To embrace rather than push back,
To open rather than close,
To be present rather than absent,
To live rather than stagnate.
Only one life to make it right.
Is it going to be a life of what ifs or what I choose.
Is it time to let others drive or take control.
Come be my co pilot 🙂
My heart collapses in on itself – it feels small and helpless and you take it and breath life back in
Random thoughts when thinking of someone who has seeped inside your very being and is a constant …
Wanting for you is bitter sweet,
A constant longing waiting to be fulfilled,
An unrelenting desire unsatisfied,
A happiness waiting for ecstasy,
One waiting to turn into two.
Desiring you comes simply by looking at you,
Loving you comes simply by being with you,
Forever joy comes simply by life with you.
The memory of our encounter slips away.
I cling to it like my life depends on it.
It fades and i want to revive it,
Suddenly awaken with your fragrance that lingers.
My Complimentary Being 