to express my inside feelings thru poetry makes me feel more clear - about what
how many times have i lived and died - not just other times but in this one life? Seems some people have one life - it grows and grows and they build and build it and although it changes it is a clear path of continuation.. I have lived this life in continual endings and new beginnings, creations. Built something up then left it. moved to so many new places and started over from scratch. Saved stuff to later sell or give it away and start again. I'm 9 months old now, 9 months in this new life, new place.. The first 6 are the hardest, the loneliest until you start to know a few people and places.. Although I know it's going to be difficult I'm compelled to end whatever I had as I get incredibly bored with it. Maybe this time I have matured from my old ways. This time will I find love again and a life again - that will this time fulfill me and please me and make me somehow whole and complete? Able to expand and grow and not need to run? Be free? So many lives I've lived - so many jobs and careers, so many homes and cities and countries and towns, friends, lovers... 9 months in this new place, new space, new yearnings to be in-love and loved, in-tune below with above. Find me - share me - love me and let me love you. Let's see and be - let's do and know to knew, have and had amazing you. May this be the one - May This - be it.