Thoughts are to be expressed and carried out. Picture your thoughts as a dream catcher of sorts. Writing out what I think and am feeling at the time assists me with resolving an issue, or enabling myself to experience and express my thoughts in relation to what is going on in my life.
When one door closes, another door opens
I am not surprised that our door finally closed. I am only questioning myself as to why I allowed our door to remain open. I continued to see the signs of our decaying relationship and friendship. As the dust settled, and the text messages dwindled, our contact, and on my end need for additional with you definitely decreased. As I wrote out my feelings in my journal, I continued to question everything about me and my idea of dating and pursuing a positive and productive relationship. I reasoned with myself as to why our relationship would improve, and that although you looked great on paper, in person you hardly measured up to the human eye. I pressed myself to want you, but I gradually started disliking you. The more you talked, the more I countered you. The more you texted, the more reason to just not reply and delete you, but as with everything life and kicking people out of your life is never so simple and easy. So I stayed with the notion, well assumed notion that everything between us would get better and improve, but nothing really did. Your most recent response towards me settled it all. So on to the next!.................
So enters normalcy..... Planning and prepping myself for new beginnings.
I have once again thrown myself into my own enclosed life
happenings which have all evolved around semi planning, constant daydreaming
and channeling my inner golden tube of creativity and self awareness of exactly
who I am, and whom I’m becoming. I am in awe and adoration of HER “Me”, and so
I started the year loosely cutting the ties of experiences that haven’t kept my
interest, but contented me enough to wet my appetite for rekindled romances
that are forever stunted in their start to finish, and as each bond was severed
I started to remember why the bonds had been broken and why it has become
convenient to rekindled such fallen attempts at love, because disappointment is
best served chilled, and apparently I was already one cup in!
He was someone I could see the present and future with. He
was someone that I spent numerous travel hours with. To and from our homes
cities to our planned getaways, it was like nothing else mattered, but our
inability to compromise on balancing our re…
I clasped the phone a little tighter. I allowed the
conversation to linger just a little longer. I was seething with a rhythmic
passion, as I imagined you beside me as you dipped your head a little closer. I
closed my eyes and leaned into you a little more wanting your lip moisture more
than ever, as the conversation continued my face began to become flush, my
breathing was sensually labored and my legs began to outstretch and beg to be
touched, centered and spread widely apart. I was aching for your touch as I
cradled the phone to my ear a little tighter my fantasy was beginning to take
flight until his tone stunted my world.
The more he spoke directly into the phone the more my
passion bubble popped. I started seeing him in another light, and well understanding
and adhering to an individuals daily planning can tame heightened passions just
so far, and well my passion meter was writhing with doubt and defeat.
It was like cold water showered evenly on my head. I wasn’t
There are some who will fiend interest or perhaps display
genuine interest towards me in their most altruistic displays of wanting to
know me further, but yet physically they don’t appeal to me, mentally they
can’t even challenge me or give me the satisfaction of well prepared conversation.
Spiritually I am at lost, for my soul doesn’t connect to them at all, but with
you…I am settled and feel centered enough to find comfort in knowing this because
I fancy a new interest, extend myself emotionally in hopes
that physically and spiritually there will be a connection, but yet nothing
lasts longer then two weeks of intense conversation, but then like everything
else my carnal constant craving finds it way back to you. There is nothing that
doesn’t center without any given reason and thought around you.
I ask myself…in love there is doubt and grounds for mistake?
Why am I graced again with the burden of a troubled heart, indeed I love the
build up and the sweet moments in betwee…