it's been a long time since I've seen you smile
After long time of not writing journal or poetry, I realized how much I missed doing so. In some way writing on your journal is a personal pornography which thrills me and makes me write at least a few casual words.
The winter was too cold and too lengthy for me. I was like a seed in an egg - waiting, not being able to communicate well, sleepy, kind of weird. I broke into the silence of my inner own, touched the gentle soul of a child lying there half-dead, trying to heal that little girl (with no success, after all). I heard the songs that have not been listened to by any human being before giving me another portion of uncertainty.
I waited for spring, for light to draw me from the eggshell out. In the end, I nearly couldn't suffer that strange emptiness/wholeness any more. Than spring came. I sat on a rock in the heart of nature, felt sun on my skin, and shivered a bit. Eventually. It felt like I opened my eyes for the first time, peering into the light. It felt like I moved my arms and legs for the first time in my life. Touching things was suddenly so new!
Flowers blossomed out, even magnolias, lilacs with their sweet smell, and cherry trees. And in the time of Beltane, on the first of May, I got engaged to the best man in the world.
The winter was too cold and too lengthy for me. I was like a seed in an egg - waiting, not being able to communicate well, sleepy, kind of weird. I broke into the silence of my inner own, touched the gentle soul of a child lying there half-dead, trying to heal that little girl (with no success, after all). I heard the songs that have not been listened to by any human being before giving me another portion of uncertainty.
I waited for spring, for light to draw me from the eggshell out. In the end, I nearly couldn't suffer that strange emptiness/wholeness any more. Than spring came. I sat on a rock in the heart of nature, felt sun on my skin, and shivered a bit. Eventually. It felt like I opened my eyes for the first time, peering into the light. It felt like I moved my arms and legs for the first time in my life. Touching things was suddenly so new!
Flowers blossomed out, even magnolias, lilacs with their sweet smell, and cherry trees. And in the time of Beltane, on the first of May, I got engaged to the best man in the world.