365 D 93

Only a short time, only a minute, if even that. Time has stood still, without you. Without you, I have been an empty vessel, staring into the walls, the painting, tears not wanting to fall but dwell so into my eyes. My heart longs for your touch, for your kiss but I know the hurt you feel, I know what your heart feels… nothing, nothing at all. Your mind is filled with country music, the Johnny Cash weeping kind about heartache and dirt roads and jail. Your sweetness was so truly portrayed, and just as such, not real because inside, there is no such being.

Beware, of those that are to good to be true, beware of not hearing the inner voice of the soul, beware of showing vulnerability. Hide that always, ladies and gents. Show strength always, even when there is less than a thimble of such.

Never, fall, never love with all you have, never give up on hope that there may be a sensible man or woman out there. Never say never or always because neither is true, all the time. Just be, what you are , what you have, become better than you ever imagined. And do love to the point you become a wee bit uncomfortable but no more.

Just let go.