
Sweet Voiced Rose
If I could, perhaps,
close my eyes
and dive deep,
I would find that girl
with the soft sweet voice
that once defined me.
If I could, perhaps,
close my eyes
and dive deep,
I would find that girl
with the soft sweet voice
that once defined me.
It’s a curse and the biggest blessing. When you feel everything so deeply and you think that everyone else is the same but then you realise they’re not, there are times when you question yourself. Specially when those in the lower frequencies (most of people in the world, aka asleep ones) start projecting their insecurities and lack of self-authenticity at you and make you feel ‘different’. So you try to fit in pretending you don’t feel, which sucks/hurts even more. What’s really going on here is that most people NUMB their feelings, ignore them, or shut them down due to various reasons (it’s not a case that they don’t feel) and in return shame those who do express their feelings, because they aren’t strong enough to open themselves, they ridicule those who do. This is society for you. It’s been normalised that ‘to feel’ is a sign of weakness. Fuck that! What it means is that you’re vulnerable when you feel, therefore there is FEAR of feeling (and expressing it) because it can often be synonym of suffering. Well, let me tell you: If you don’t suffer you don’t thrive, grow, heal, love, live! Life comes with everything: pain and pleasure. Digest and assume that. Simply.
She got shot in the heart.
She got shot so many times
that she started to doubt
if any of it was remaining.
What good it was
to give so much
for little?
Why did I have to come this far?
Foolish, oh so very foolish of me.
I threw myself into the grave,
headfirst, willingly.
This is my way of love.
It has always been.
No conditions, no limits.
Eternal.
Believe me, I really do.
Perhaps it’s time I shouldn’t.
Finally free,
hovering galaxies and the inner worlds.