I’m caught away with something, whatever that something is.
I’ve felt all I could. . . is feeling ever enough.
The mind doesn’t want to battle anymore.
I’m holding strong, I don’t want to be weak. . . I don’t want to fall. I’m staring out of no where but what this place I imagined to be is not exactly a fantasy land. It was never a fantasy, not to me.. but now I’ve been gone with the wind – taken away from everything I knew.. and left not splattered but courageously standing.. I remember. .
Who knew that eyes could make me lose my focus,
a moments heart beat could day-dream my whole sanity. .
A deep stare in slow motion could tickle my inner stomach…
A small talk could excite my being once again.
It’s a hold, no letting go.
A heavy breath, one breath, one pant.. ai..
I won’t run then would I – would be so entangled inside the inside with this natural mystic. . maybe it’s the both of us.
It was never a war, it was reality. Every part of it, every pain, every inner scream of passion, every tear, every word spoken as I walked up and down my bedroom panting. Spiritual cries.. a soul yearning.. I shouted at myself, talked myself out of it all.. Oh the things I did for this feeling.
Everytime I came out the bath and stared at me, naked.. I said nothing. .Just stared. . . no feeling but the space of this invisible person.. this man I never knew.. as the water dried I would silently smile inside. Hugging myself saying it will all be over..
He just don’t know how strong it is..
How weak it can be..
How it can let go. . .
How it can play freely and still not let go of the hold.
Just for he. .
I whisper to myself once again..
“Please young Lady, don’t run. . don’t run. . Be Free”