This year.. i wrote alot.. Was it poetry? I talked to him alot this year.. God. I think i may be my own worst enemy sometimes. It’s in his hands now. I just pray and work, then i pray and work more.. but i still can’t shake the feeling.. this year was a rough one
You can be a genius for one, a complete idiot for another, and a nobody for a third person.
People's perception of you doesn't depend or reflect who you are.
It only depends on how THEY see you from THEIR level of perception.
Nothing to do with you, everything to do with them.
There is nothing more "healing" psychologically than having someone "get you" at your maxx-revved intellectual level. Deep conversations about real shit (truth), heal. Genuinely. They are what create & preserve sanity. They are the breath of fresh air from your soul's POV. They are what relax, relieve, decompress.
The beauty of writing (and something that never doesn't blow my fucking mind) is i can just force that conversation into ur brain & lighten the load for u, purely off of memory. I can simply enter the time capsule in my own mind, and have a conversation with myself.
But luckily, u will 100% be able to relate, because I am u. U r me. We r the same.
That is actually the secret to most of this shit. Being so iron-convicted in your own personal experience, that you extrapolate it to everyone, at all times. Not at the level of opinion, but at the level of experience. The thing that sits right below opinions.
We're all watching & seeing.
But most afraid to speak it.
I want to rise passionately in love. I want to love each other so passionately that we feel our souls leaving our bodies & merging into one in the astral plane. I want to love each other so devotionally that we turn non believers into believers. I want our hearts to remain fervently devoted to each other and, no matter where we are, I want to feel at home every time we’re together. I want to feel wholeheartedly safe in each others arms. I want our love to uplift my sweet soul with the fullness of bliss. I want to feel like I’m burning every time we touch each other. I want our lips to melt every time we whisper honest words of love that sound like prayers that have been answered. I want to blush every time I look at him like it’s the first time that we lock eyes. I want to laugh until our belly hurts and dance under the virgo & libra constellations, guided by the rhythm of our hearts. I want to play together as if we are childhood friends who are secretly in love with each other. I want to kiss his wounds and heal his scars with the tenderness of my love. I want our love story to be proof that magic is real. I want our love to be the stairway to Heaven and I want our holy union to be celebrated by God & the angels.
And I won’t settle for less than this