we have nothing more than the passing of our beings and the follows of our unspoken words, the influx of desires met…
Your soul says more but fear excites, love is provided but never touched, its deserved but never admired…
You’re not a hollow prince of spoil strobed for the taking deep down your King rests
If God gave this stranger love to one another my world shall boast in peace I would ask not for another I would hold you between my cherried breast of care and nurture your everything all of the strength you guard I’d breakdown the hurt and help you build the lost pieces
I’ve known for so long how I needed you to knead me into your life and now that we are threads away I pray for a stranger love to come alive….for you I pray loves stranger
While shooting one family I noticed another family needed a photographer and so with nerves I politely asked if they wanted me to help because they had just a camera phone. They agreed and love took over.
The feelings dont fade and to dissipate is to disaster…so I thought,
But it’s because I won’t let them fully erase. I continue to stock the socials of the existence as it gives off no light yet I lurk in the darkness of my lonely to scan the limitations of the noncommunicable visions
They lead to nothing but past tense how foolish as I folly in the lost history praying for this reawakening a heart epiphany
I’m a shame in my doing I brought upon such ruin trying to keep the past on an emotional ventilator it’s time I realize and release the support as I keptd it alive in me far too long
I’ve given birth to an empty giant what have I to regret, only that I had left it to the piece of its own lonely in peace then just maybe there be a life just maybe a little life to seeing the miracles of loving again… Agian I ruin in my lonely.
With every minute in passing
I image a day a real moment of return to normal,
Will it ever come? I say to myself aloud in my mind, day of dreams I’m dreaming awake…
I lay awake to sleep at night feeling the shadows of passed memories lost energies the time lapse has worsened the emotion and butterflies still rise…
My actions say I’m over, turning my cheek to the present but my insides are screaming for the hollows of he…
Why me? I say. Why can’t this faze out away and be over no sprout:::
Roots of short run deep and to my fault the stars weep for me because time has lapsed and love…well it lives in an eternity something I likely may never see with he oh he that stole this heart of lone
A time ago now so gone it’s lapsed the time and I know none of the more only faint memos of fantasy I’ll wake up… Until then the ride is one that doesn’t end until it’s parked; lapsed is my heart and time won’t tell it apart.
In my life love has a continuous tendency to dance in and write out as it presents, at times without notice as I failed to notice.
I came so many times hoping to keep the permanent residents around, I thought wrong as better knew it….I was
Fucking to please and please…I was fucked. If only I’d seen it coming so soon.
Give or take I take to give rang like a ragdoll digging only to dig right into what I found was a ditch, what was I to do once I slid there was no where to head trying to hid from my own damn insides, on me I relied wrong in my rights lost all rides to be throned queen ignoring my ambitions to the lonely intuition was my petition to plead for pleasure.
Found on my knees tears to thee oh poor she… She’ll learn oh she…who? Me? Too high to see her own sickness, to love and to be loved in retrospect to self-love I had none. Lost it and some find me if you need until then I forfeit forfeit to understand anyone else’s ideas of what and who I should love, I forsee of great deity faith and queen pride that’ll be it all and endings I’ll survive the waves that turf this drift, flooding my life like a hurricane I’ll rise to the persuasion.
There have been many instances when I have scanned old images of myself with others and thought, hmm we’re not friends any longer or we’re not together or we are very distant now. To my ephipany in the images there was no intimate closeness or sincere unity.
So I started to look at other peoples images and scan if they were together or held a strong bond still and some were and some were not.
In the mental project I’ve learned that people express outwardly what they feel inwardly even if they do not mean too.
An inner change has to take place in order to maintain the truth of the love that is told to last or whatever implies in the circumstances. The journey is a process.
I’ve sat for hours trying to make out what mistakes were made along the way, now trying to help myself not make the same mistakes….
Hope you like I have been really procrastinating the ones I want in the show!