Random writing’s
My heart is not my own.
My spirt is no one you will ever know.
It shares everything that whispers.
It hides all my hope except my fears.
This is the wild night that keeps me alive.
Not sharing the thought or tears that used to be.
Trying to find the wisdom that my bell can bring.
All out this is everything that I want us to be.
I just cannot see.
The trees are ending, and not a soul is around.
The wind is picking it poison and I used to take it every night.
Now the roads are paved, and the hope is gone.
Just praying to see another day.
Not sure when the trees will come again.
I just hope soon.
There is something in the water.
A breath like no other.
Distancing the lover from the lovers.
Hearing the ocean but seeing the water.
Just listen.
Hello can we talk?
There is so much I want to say and do.
Right now, all I can do is just feel.
Can you do that with me.
Let us just be one in the moment.
You do not have to speak.
I feel the earth moving, my heart beating, and breaking.
I never though this day would come.
A time where we could just be, and nothing else.
Our love is growing, yet I feel it is separating.
That is why I am glad that we are here now.
We are face to face.
This is a moment that I never knew could be.
I need to say something, but words no longer exist.
I am asking you can you feel my heart.
Can you feel my love, my hurt and my wanting for more?
That is all I can say right now.
That is all that needs to be done.
We have, yesterday, and we I hope we can have tomorrow.
If we cannot talk today, we have the rest of our live to get the words out.
They may not be pretty; they may not be kind.
The truth of the matter they may not be filled with love.
The one thing for sure they will be heard.
So, I ask again can we talk?
Misconception 