My words may come, my words may go.
They hide, they speculate and scream. When it becomes an endless flow, it seems that ramblings are just not as they seem.
For what you think, is sent into some time space continuum for meaning, purpose and understanding.
If I lend you my thoughts, will you speak against them? Will you support pools of endless blabber and dissent?
An open mind shall seek deep into an untouched soul. Waiting in oblivion for the answers to which may be seen or perhaps heard from, in nature.
My words can damage, they can soothe or calm.
My words can marry into your mind or hold you hostage against your appendage to your good will.
Never trust in my I love you because as much as its my interpretation of my feelings, it is not a true reflection of my mind nor my soul. But I still love you forever and always, to infinity and beyond.
In the light, the clarity of my crispy realisation may be but a façade.
In the darkness however, its identity comes forth amongst my desires of truth.
Sometimes my words tumble on its journey to find their way. I stumble too. I stutter. I may just fall.
Yet sometimes it recklessly runs for a home run taking no prisoners at their mighty expense. Let me not rewind its truth. There’s a time and place for that.
Sometimes my words dance in pure splendour, can you replicate this lust? Sometimes they are restless. Waiting, forever unnecessarily engaging.
Most of all, I need your words.
To lift me.
To encourage me.
To make my soul smile.
To find purpose, to understand its meaning.
Sometimes I do not need your words. They are tainted. Hard bent from the circumstances of your own past.
This is the danger that I face now.
But they tease and entice.
Your words taste delicious.
They sound melodic.
It feels like home.
And like Kahil Gibran once wrote, "All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind."
They hide, they speculate and scream. When it becomes an endless flow, it seems that ramblings are just not as they seem.
For what you think, is sent into some time space continuum for meaning, purpose and understanding.
If I lend you my thoughts, will you speak against them? Will you support pools of endless blabber and dissent?
An open mind shall seek deep into an untouched soul. Waiting in oblivion for the answers to which may be seen or perhaps heard from, in nature.
My words can damage, they can soothe or calm.
My words can marry into your mind or hold you hostage against your appendage to your good will.
Never trust in my I love you because as much as its my interpretation of my feelings, it is not a true reflection of my mind nor my soul. But I still love you forever and always, to infinity and beyond.
In the light, the clarity of my crispy realisation may be but a façade.
In the darkness however, its identity comes forth amongst my desires of truth.
Sometimes my words tumble on its journey to find their way. I stumble too. I stutter. I may just fall.
Yet sometimes it recklessly runs for a home run taking no prisoners at their mighty expense. Let me not rewind its truth. There’s a time and place for that.
Sometimes my words dance in pure splendour, can you replicate this lust? Sometimes they are restless. Waiting, forever unnecessarily engaging.
Most of all, I need your words.
To lift me.
To encourage me.
To make my soul smile.
To find purpose, to understand its meaning.
Sometimes I do not need your words. They are tainted. Hard bent from the circumstances of your own past.
This is the danger that I face now.
But they tease and entice.
Your words taste delicious.
They sound melodic.
It feels like home.
And like Kahil Gibran once wrote, "All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind."
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