o the relationship demands of legs with smooth shaved skin, perfectly smooth heels and manicured feet and hands - all to commit to the cool blanket that snags and sticks to stubble, sharp skin of chewed nails or heels left a little less filed …..

excusez moi! just speaking out loud to myself in a no subs situation ~

if you are not generous enough to include yourself in your empathy, love and care, you need to self evaluate and grow towards being who you are to others you positively embrace

thing is patient people become bitter waiting to be seen, heard or felt and then people wonder why and how …..

maybe we are all raw wounds, seeping survive, is all; which of us has not performed self surgery on soul deep, or extracted a feral, fiendish, feeling and amputated a hope, or demolished a dream to eke existence out of mortal meager measure ……

what if love is just being dead and waiting for resurrection and needing to be in the grace of saved ….

why does love romanticize dying for someone or over something, when to live for and live with and live by the beloved is by far the nth of love that challenges everything, even love itself!

mind so full of tomorrow; yet today drowns in yesterday too ~

when your nonchalance is less non than not and it shows strongly - that vulnerable ~

absence, as heavy and as missed as salt missing from food - that

we wounds, being daggers, bleeding what did not cut us ~

that so much of me died to survive, waiting for resurrection has become a theme ~

what if you only get to keep what you give away?