I would say that loving you was like succumbing to my own death, but even death doesn't leave you paralyzed as you hopelessly gasp for air with salty, uncontrollable tears flowing down your face dripping to the hard, cold floor.
You go ahead and judge,
I don't have that much time.
I haven't lived to where I feel comfortable calling out other's sins to cover up mine.
Opinions mean nothing when they come from an unkind and revengeful soul,
All I need I carry inside me and I promise you that I have enough supply to keep me consumed and whole.
The days get shorter and the shrieks grow longer as they bounce through the trees, there is a nip in the air and a funny odor from cauldrons mixed in the smoke filled breeze. Cat's noses start twitching and bats fly closer to the ground, you feel your being watched, yet a soul cannot be found. Women scurry about, but where they go cannot be seen, everything changes when it gets close to Halloween. Candle lit pumpkins are placed by each door in hopes to keep the spooks away, but the magic is too strong and the Witches must come out to play.
The biggest gift you can allow yourself in life, my love, is the permission to live by your terms with enough determination and strength to create your own story. It's a beautiful soul that has enough confidence to create one's very own magic.
I am drawn to people who have a certain messiness about them and have made mistakes. They know how to give the best love, forgiveness and understanding. They have once been in search of it for themselves.
Author of "Victim Of My Own Mind"
Sometimes I think I have worn out my welcome here simply because it feels like home. Strange emotions to process that always comes with a price. Sometimes a gypsy soul can be too settled, I suppose. Everything is calm and all of my heart is right here in between these walls, and yet I feel Wanderlust stirring in my veins. I want cold nights with snowflakes melting in my hair underneath busy city lights. I want hot, humid nights with waves crashing on sunburned legs bringing in another world only adaptable at the edges. I want open fields and bonfires in a place that is undiscovered in my mind. I want coffee shops with boutiques next door waiting to be rummaged...