An urge to write from emotions- past, present, and dreams of the future.
Hiding behind this screen, I ponder -why I started writing in this journal in the first place.
I started seeking someone who could understand me.
Searching for like minds, to see if anyone knew how it felt -to be me.
Isolation in body has really done a number on my senses.
To be alone with your own thoughts.
To meet your Alter Ego- face to face.
He is handsome and suave...but holds no promises of freedom...
To let an alter ego exist, is to define slavery.
There can only be one leader in heart, or we become unstable in all of our ways.
Recluse heart saving fellowship for rare occasions.
Keeping one's own company and learning to appreciate it -is like meeting a new person.
To face what eats at our hearts.
'Tis to be free...
So many things that I cannot let go of, memories, scenarios, movie reel playing in my mind.
Soul Searching has really messed with my whole being.
It has changed me...those dark nights of the soul.
The only explanation for this fixation on ....The Questions of the Universe...??
Is, I am convinced that I have found a secret to Passionate Living.
Even in the pain of life....I can move in spirit....a graceful breeze.....blowing my soul in the wind.
Maybe the reason I spend my days thinking about theories, metaphors, analogies......that describe this feeling.....is because....Love Consumes Me.
The Love Mantra....
Is My Life...
Ripped out heart...
Bleeding for a Cause....
The breath of life- in me...
Urges me to speak the silent words upon my lips....by printing them for eyes to see....
A screaming whisper...
live...
love...
learn...
A forever muse within my spirit....