Dream Life

                                         You are still becoming who you were meant to be and this is also true: what if you don't always have to worry about becoming more of who you are? What is who you are right now is more than enough and it's just a matter of slowing down and realizing your worth? Learning to be still long enough to notice the grace that has always  been there? Forward movement is a beautiful thing. Many of us are desperate for a beautiful future and there is nothing wrong with that. And this is also true: there is nothing wrong with slowness. All around you in nature, a billion different things move at a slow pace, just as they are supposed to. No flower is rushing to be somewhere else. No wave is pushing its way to the shore before before  its time. Even when the rain pours down quickly, it took  time for that level of force to build up. Wherever ...

                                 If you've listened close to silence, I'm sure that you have heard, The gentle constant ringing, In the space between two words, When you really pay attention, You find it's not just in your head, But instead is whispers of the words, The world has left unsaid, It's " I love you" left unspoken, And a mothers last goodbye, That she never had the chance to say, As she watched her daughter die, It's forgiveness never given, And a "sorry" left too late, That would have saved a best friends life, If they'd known it could not wait, It's a phrase that could have helped them, And it's secrets that could heal, It's words from those too scared to say, The truth of how they feel, But you have an advantage, For you're still alive to speak, Words that could help save a life, Or give strength to someone weak, So many you never leave unspoken, Words the whole world ought to hear, Before...

                                                      I'll always belong  to myself even as many times as I'll try to give myself away and as many times as someone else will try and take it I'll always belong to myself and you'll always belong to yourself unions are not formed by giving yourself away but by coming together two minds two hearts two flames two contributors two architects building their mad or sadly sane worlds together I don't want to be you and I don't want you to be me the beauty the love comes from our acceptance of each others' souls

                              Some feelings and few people Have the power to make us whole. Others are like weapons- Lethal guests that shatter our soul. Have you ever been so broken; That acid tears burn your hopes? Have you ever had the doubt; Chase the horizon or live like a ghost? When flowers bloom from a broken heart; From the labyrinths within its core. What essence do they have? How Far their stem can go? If you can hear me, my darling I can tell you what I know. Some blossoms have the scent of melancholia Unable to reach the surface( afraid to grow). Others are bathed in new beginnings; Eager to reach, the light of the sun.