Deja vu, time making another lap inward and around our fingerprint of existence. A feeling of home that only you know. Nostalgia without the self-induced pain
She walks independently confident. You see her diagonal strut as she crosses to your side of the street. You can't decide if you should look into her eyes or not, reach out or not. You decide for to get a glimpse. Her eyes wash over you, all smirks and acceptance. You never see
There is a trail where epiphanies & acceptance intersect. Our souls met at that intersection lifetimes ago. With each new epiphany I yearn for the acceptance your eyes radiate. My chakras tingle with the warmth of our love.
Untangling our heart strings feels like taking my safety net apart. I can't tell if there's danger below or everything I ever wanted. I'm too absorbed in switching back and forth between the painful evidence of your backstabbing & the beauty in everything you do.
it’s okay baby, i know everything feels dark and scary right now and that there’s a mist of uncertainty shrouding your way forward, but you’ve beaten these feelings before and you can do it again, let’s start with a coffee and see where the day takes us
Everything you do is a ritual. Some acts are a ritual in itself. Others, accumulate and burn together with the momentum of destiny. I long to feel the warmth of ours.
Deja vu, time making another lap inward and around our fingerprint of existence. A feeling of home that only you know. Nostalgia without the self-induced pain