I want to be moved...

I want to be moved...

I want to be overwhelmed...

I want to unpredict.

I cannot express, nor ascertain

my mind.

If I could stay in sensibility and understand in real time.

Those pages that were filled with overwhelming truth of my life.

Witnessed yet bystander, to those that make us crave to exist.

Only in memory I knew.

Only in memory I know

now.

The pages on new trees that whispered my secrets.

Closed doors only we know.

Moments only we witnessed.

If I had known.

Present.

I would be.

My mind now aches knowledge and lacks impulse

content.

Quiet screams I whisper...

Deeply.

As much one can feel.

As much as one can move

As much as one can be overwhelmed.

Let me be moved.

Strike my breath from record.

A POEM

Once I saw you in my dreams...

Color me gold

And I saw the unseen

Pity me now

And don't say that I'm green

Screams in my chest

Oh I know it's obscene

Darlene

Come

But don't get me stoned

Carry my footsteps

I'll guide you home

Love me now

and promise me peace

My heart is a bullet

of all I can't see

- T R U V O N N E

I found a part of you...

We seek what we wish we had in ourselves.

Fascinating.

Most love in any form: friendship, romantic relationship, work relationship, etc

any kind is usually started by some form of admiration.

Whether in ourselves or in a different reality that we wish we were in.

Sometimes I think love...

is nothing but an illusion, built off of self doubt and insecurity.

Cynical yes, but over thought no.

Compliments are one way to look at it... looking up to a person is another... being in love with someone you adore is another, so on and so forth, etc, etc, etc...

And

This could also be why we feel so enamored when falling in love...

when you meet someone of such intrigue, building excitement and life, new experiences bringing things that you have always wanted now melded into your own now.

Purely In awe.

The life they have lived is not yours and the life you have lived has not been theirs.

They bring something we didn't have.

But they had it.

And so you fall in love.

The euphoria of "you complete me," I feel is built off of that notion.

The balance.

The opposites attract.

The ying to your yang.

And if that ends,

or when it ends

or as we evolve and grow the lessons are le

arned, growth happens.

We all change and become so

mething of that person we did not have before and lose something we did.

... we physically feel sick and empty because you don't feel like you can find or rebuild what you feel like you've lost, but truly it is almost like a baby bird flying on it's own.

You want the security of this new found you

but now you are ready to own it.

Because every person you are with builds something within you that you didn't even recognize you had yourself.

So then you take that piece of admiration and build a version you have for yourself.

You Hold on to it tight until that person let's go.

The cycle continues.

With every new person you bring something out of them that could be the very thing that you started out looking for.

With every part you give... another part is lost.