Life gets in the way of living and that won’t last.

Sometimes falling is good. It means you are going somewhere.
When the “whole” has fallen apart and you start to descend down that hole by the field and just can’t stop….you are going to land on your feet or in defeat but you will land.
When the intricacies of your psyche have left not being the person you might me.
Find the ear in your armor and mend, do not let the world see within you.
A tear is a hydrophilic version of a physiological tear. Don’t despair the pain will only last as long as you feed it. Grow strong and let go of what was already long gone. It lived within eating away at your bliss. Like that spiders kiss. Nothing just an exogenous visage of what has died within. Resurrect it and perfect for you have to love yourself and love show a difference to someone’s suffering, why not stop yours? If you know how to love yourself you loves other without waiting for them to love you first or back.
Who first told you they love you?
Who first told you were beautiful?
Who first said there is nothing holding you back?
That same person had the power to make you or break you.
Self-esteem comes from within but is usually learned from family and friends.
Being that they are human they sometimes fail us,
We wander looking for that which will satisfy our thirst.
First look within yourself find what it is your are “lacking, pour yourself a glass or take a piece.
Introspection hurts, sometimes we have to look in the mirror and say to that person you F’D! UP.
But I am giving us another chance because we are one till there is no more but the bones that hold up this body.
Do you remember when we left Eden?
The serpent kissed the apple hissed our farewell into this world.
Let us live in peace within.
When words are thrown at us like fish hooks tearing into our skin and trying to remove our soul as we walk away. A fire needs fuel and air to “live” do not be either to the person that is spewing “their” venom.
We give power away or exchange it for words/shelter for our bodies or our hearts.
The first person that broke our heart was the same person we wanted to make it whole by being there with us.

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No, I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend
To not love me at all

Kirk Franklin – Imagine Me

Kirk Franklin – Imagine Me

The Poem below was posted in a comment by Rain

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

– Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks