Words of my truth

I just want to talk but I never know what to say. My words race within my head. They are crisp and make perfect sense. But as soon as I open my mouth every word stumbles on the other. Useless, confused.

Flow like the breeze of the evening. But only when it’s you. For now is too important to be silent when your heart is racing.

When you are loved will you still be when you say your heart as it is? Wrong or right, belief or not they will hold to the first you. You are static. But why?

Training in dynamic being. Just keep listening as they walk away.

By |October 12th, 2017|Artistic Writing, Blog|