Softer Than Last

 May tonight be softer than last. 

May you honor your mind, body, and soul, while the stars and the moon cradle you in their delicate light.

Your strength is there, whether apparent or not. 

You are not alone.

Yet, you hold an incredible amount of strength and power within your soul. 

I know you feel it. 

Sometimes that strength might scare you. It embodies your ability to say no, your ability to set boundaries and your ability to walk away from all that does not serve you. 

That alone, can be terrifying. 

We are so wrapped in our comfort, than beautiful, newness, can seem overwhelming.  

But for just one moment, remember the last time you let go of fear.

That moment you let go of expectations,  and doubt...

In that moment, you felt pure bliss... pure freedom, didn't you? 

To Exist Between Dreams & Reality

 You.

You are so captivating,  

So engaging,

So inviting, 

And accepting. 

I feel you here,

But you are there.

And in my core,

I know you feel me too.

Our dreams are synced,

Another realm, we fall into.

Anxiously awaiting the moonlight by day,

And passionately gripping onto the stars by night.

Living between dreams & reality,

Yet... let's be real.

Slowly merging the two.

Italian Moon

 Meet me on the rooftop bar,

Under the Italian moon.

Let's stumble after whiskey kisses, to our hotel room.

I wonder...

 I wonder if you're spun up in thoughts, desires, daydreams and emotions

The way I am.

Do you get so lost, that you find yourself smiling for no reason? 

Do you ever just catch yourself in a blissful daze, only to be shaken by reality? 

Do you ever... wonder?

Full

 I guess I just want to feel full.

Full of life.

Full of love.

Full of passion.

Full of experience.

Full of adventure. 

Just full.

Much more full than I feel now...

In this moment. 

Mercilessly

I feel you,
My demon.
You're new,
Yet old.

You weigh on me,
Like poison,
And hold me down,
Paralyzing my body and soul.

Your hand,
Viciously enters my chest.
You aren't the slightest bit kind about it.

You grab my heart,
My core,
And squeeze, twist, and damage...
Mercilessly.

Shadows On The Wall

Alone,
A candle flickers across from me.
I watch the flame dance,
As she casts shadows on the wall.
She is a slave to the wick,
Yet she dances with a mind of her own.
No song- just the sounds of the silent night.

I close my eyes and I listen
My chest rises and falls with purpose.
I glance to my right,
A tree, so green, reminds me of home.
Funny though-
I've never felted attached to one place,
Like the flame to the wick,
Rather, I am the smoke.

I Rise.