My thoughts do not stop, every morning, all throughout the day, even in the middle of the night I wake, thoughts come and I cry, I regret not knowing sooner what is known now. It has nothing to do with you but everything. It is my heart that has spoken and will not rest, it longs for safety, peace and home. A voice that does not grow softer but louder, stronger, more intense as the days creep by. Pride has kept me silent, maybe my head, the thoughts, that want to speak to someone that has died inside a body that still roams the earth. He would never hear the voice speaking so loud, clear and convincingly strong. That one stays in my head, never flowing out of the lips. Silent does not exist, the cruelest thoughts are unsympathetic, the truth in the unknown, the seekers will to find all truth but the heart knows the truth, the feet already walk with a companion, a spirit that is holy, called only for you.
Much love 💜 Much Life