A long time ago...
Perhaps if I said less people would hear me more. I feel like an every changing sky, the clouds undulating and dissipating in the thick air. I too often think that if I change this about me or that if I recognize why I do the things that I do I will be heard. Why I am so concerned with others hearing me. I set aside hearing my own heart in exchange. Some where deep within all of us there is a side that we can only recognize in our dreams, in the state of un-conscienceness. I feel that side of myself when I am alone, I feel that side of myself when I let my critics take over.
I haven't really ever discussed the emotions, the beauty, the love and the many other things in my life that mean the most to me in here. I think I see the 'not so good' things more often then what truly warms my heart.
I haven't really ever discussed the emotions, the beauty, the love and the many other things in my life that mean the most to me in here. I think I see the 'not so good' things more often then what truly warms my heart.