Let there be understanding
Let your mind find ease in knowledge
Of clear communication between two
To overcome obstacles and difficulties
To meet each other in comprehension,
Love, and mutual connection ❤️
P.S.: the newest update to my Tumblr blog has been posted, and you'll want to read it (you know who you are 😉)
I dreamed of the Hunter,
His gun and ammo in trow.
I dreamed of dark rooms,
Fuzzy TV screens
And the places I didn’t want to go.
I dreamed of faces
And people I didn’t know
But the one thing I wanted
The one thing I’d hoped
To have my love come in my dreams —
It was not so.
I’d left the door open,
Bid him to come in,
But though I waited til sunrise,
He never arrived.
A kiss goodnight
To my love far away
I send by starlight
To reach by break of day
A kiss goodnight
Tender and sweet
My eyelids growing heavy
As I fight to awake, keep
But it’s a losing battle
The exhaustion setting in
And I know these powers
Of sleep are too strong to win
And so a kiss goodnight
Along the summer breeze
Along with the ardent wish
To see you in my dreams
🌙✨
The warm glow
Of the crackling candles
Palo santo and rose incense
Steam clouds roll down
Along the streams of water.
A soft musical selection
The alternative variety
Playing as apple-scented shampoo
Is gently washed into the scalp,
Manicured nails grazing it.
The silk feeling of conditioner
Moving through wet, dark, curled hair;
One could taste the lavender and vanilla
On her skin from her favorite soap.
Sounds of her breath growing shallow
Slowly, shakily, she lets out a sigh.
Perhaps, she mused to herself,
She could do that again sometime.
Let there be Dancing
Let music find you throughout the day
Giving you the mana you need
To overcome each step along the way
To meet the day in its flow
And dance throughout the day 🎵
P.S. the newest update to my tumblr blog has been posted 🎶
Helena was out for an evening stroll in the forest. The sun had just set beyond the horizon, just enough light was still over the sky to see ahead, painting the clouds with beautiful colors and reflecting it on the verdant foliage around her.
She enjoyed the quiet, the solitude, and the connection she felt in those moments.
The wind whispering through her dark, thin curls, as she stood tall against it. And with the oncoming wind, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she realized that she was no longer alone. She smiled, continuing her walk.
“You do impeach your modesty too much, to leave the city and commit yourself into the opportunity of night and the ill counsel of a desert place,” Helena chuckled to herself. This sounded familiar… but the story played out a bit differently this time.
“My virtue is my privilege, and for that it is not night when I do see your face — therefore I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,” She replied. It was true, and familiar indeed. She was never alone — Demetrius was always with her, had always been so, even when she did not know or realize it had been so.
“Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?” Asked he, a look of mischief on his face, his head tilting just so, and a blush spread across her cheeks. Sweet Helena was as lovely still as her fair sister Hermia, but cared not for the attentions of anyone else. In Helena’s eyes, if beauty was not beheld within Demetrius’ eye, it was as ugly as a bear.
Helena turned to Demetrius, and gazed into his handsome, dark eyes, and her longing grew, and poor Helena’s longing was sometimes so great, she was sick when she did not look upon him — as if her very heart would burst forth from her chest in order to meet his, so that the two might meet.
Leaning down, Demetrius gently took one finger under Helena’s chin and tilted it upward towards his face. The distance between them closing as he held her close, leaning down, Demetrius closed the distance… their lips pressing together. Softly at first, and then the more passionate — as though a breath in was a breath out by the other. And for Helena, nothing was as sweet as breathing him in. When they finally broke apart, she laughed.
“You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant — the wildest hath not such heart as you,” she teased. “but you, in my respect, are all the world.”
Today is a day to accept oneself
To accept our humanness
Our misunderstanding
Our mistakes
And be compassionate with self.
Let there be Grace
P.S.: My Tumblr has been updated ♥️👁️
It drives me crazy when I envision you looking at me
You know what I mean — with your devilish eyes
And in the way you just so happen to lean
Just so in my direction, ever so slightly —
Not too much, you’re still playing it cool (for now)
Giving me the cheesy one-liner you know that
I will most likely fall for somehow, because
I always do. And my heart starts spasming,
Fawning, collapsing just at the sight that is you.
It drives me crazy when you ask for more —
When you go calling out for me
And when I finally come to open the door
There’s a message left on “seen”, or
Instead, I may find a sign that reads,
“Sorry, we’re closed — no vacancy”
With frustration I ponder… didn’t you call?
And sadly, I’ll go to lock it up again,
But before I lock it, there’s a whisper on the wind…
It drives me crazy, the way I can feel your touch… Skin against skin, the flutter of our hearts as one,
In these moments too much is never enough
Our breathing in unison, we bathe in the sun
The light of each other, whether it is when we are
Talking deeply and exchanging ideas of a better life,
Making jokes, retelling tales of old, looking at stars,
Or discussing the woes of our day and its strife.
But the sunrises spent with you are second to none.
You drive me crazy darling —
I’m sorry to say it’s true.
Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same
Or if this is all in my head, a mind game.
But you driving me crazy is a good thing
It reminds me how much I love, that I’m alive
Perhaps (in a good way) I drive you crazy, too.
Hop in, sweetheart, let’s go for a drive♥️
Or I guess 6/29/26?
Tumblr blog update submitted ♥️👁️
What is the worth of a man?
Some may argue it is his weight in gold
Others may argue it is the nature of his actions,
If he be brave and bold.
There are, of course, the Machiavellian few
Who argue that it is how useful one can be to you.
But when it comes to you, darling,
Know and feel that it is true --
You are absolutely, unequivocally worth
The work and any discomfort that I may face
Because you, beloved, are so much more
Than any man who happened to appear before me.
I love you, too, and I've missed you so much
I keep trying to be productive…
To be in the day. In the moment.
To not be sad.
To not miss your words in my ear.
It’s laughter in the crook of my neck.
And yet it is you —
Thoughts of you
Memories of you
Memories of us
That keep flooding back
Your smile and the likes around your eyes —
The way you tilt your head —
Like a mischievous Cheshire Cat.
The moments of softness
Your hand in mine —
They begin to flood back
All of the time.
Maybe one day
We can get this thing right…
As I lie here…
Listening to the sound of your voice
Thinking of how much it feels like I’ve lost
To save you… to save a potential for us…
I feel the tears come easy
Easier than they have before
Filling the craters in my heart
Oceans filling to drown in
As the dart of “Failure” pierces
Draining the oceans in this heart
Which beats for you
Is this what it is to be a bleeding heart?
I think I’ve loved you for so long that it’s become second nature. Romantic and platonic, the love I have for you overflows…
I imagine cozy, sleeping in days with you. To feel you hold me and to hold you in the quiet of the morning sun. To have morning coffee and conversations about art, music, movies, or literally anything in the world — just pick your brain and laugh at all of our jokes. Listen to good music, drink good coffee…
I’d love to have these conversations with you now… directly. To talk to you… hear your voice… and you know how much I love your voice. I want to talk to you directly, if possible.
The love between us is tangible, and while I embrace it, it is because of how much I guard the flame that burns within our hearts that I want things to be right between us this time. The poet and muse star-crossed lovers no longer have to live a tragic story.
I want our ending to be happy — and if we build the right foundation, we can make this place a home. I’m letting go of the fear — though it still lingers somewhat. And I find myself thinking of a home with you as being less of a fantasy and more of a possible outcome more and more.
Hopefully your 👁️ forevermore ♥️
My heart hurts to know
That yours too may ache as mine
Where does the love go —
When you aren’t here to receive it?
The secret jokes that I would whisper
That were really to make you laugh
Your voice that I would love to hear echo in my head
Has grown silent.
The pain of your vacancy
Is a wet, walloping ache
That sits in the back of my throat
I miss you so much…
And the love will stay.
Did you know?
If you need morning clarity, always ask me.
I know how to help us both.
I love you. I’m not going anywhere. I still mean it when I say I still want this and I still want us.
Please have patience with me. I’m sorry for your hurt
All of my love, 👁️
Busy day ahead 🌞
Tumblr blog post has been updated with something small 💕🌻
Have some coffee and think of me? ☕️
Thinking of you, always
♥️👁️
Sunshine of my heart,
My mind has been mad with thoughts of you all day... thinking of you, of us... it's been a little maddening (in the best sense).
I know with our recent misadventures in communication it had left us a little sore with one another... but even when I feel those strong unpleasant emotions, when all has settled between us all I seem to want is to close the gap between us.
Like we talked about earlier (among other things, I will write a post on this as well in my password blog), what I meant when I said I wanted us to go slow was that I wanted us to take our time with figuring out logistics and left-brained things but not with intensity. I know I've said that I love you before... but to describe it in poetic terms,
There are times that I ache to simply touch you. To feel the press of your lips... to feel you brush a strand of hair behind my ear, to trace the lines on your hands -- even though palm reading is not a strength of mine -- just for the pleasure of feeling the blood running through your veins with warm, pulsing life. As Shakespeare wrote in Romeo and Juliet,
"Oh! That I were a glove upon that hand
So that I might touch that cheek"
In these moments of longing, what I wouldn't give to be the shirt upon your back so that I might feel your skin pressed to me. To breathe in your scent, to lie with you, to hold and be held by you.
To hear your laughter and see the warmth of your smile into my chest...to look deeply into your eyes and stay there.... I would describe this feeling as how one might an addiction, but darling you're more than an addiction... it is why I say the breath to my lungs and the water to my dry lips, because it is longing for you that is almost necessary to me.
I believe that by right of our connection alone, we are each other's, and I feel blessed that in that sense we can belong to one another -- in spite of life's obstacles and odds. Because my love, I'd already considered that to be so, regardless of other external factors that are parallel to us in our daily lives.
Even though we are not "each other's" in a possessive ownership way, I still crave to call you in some way, shape or form mine -- and love to know that you wish to do so as well.
You awaken something in me that refuses to lie down again, nor would I even dare to ask it to. I pray that this awakened part of me can meet what I might have awoken in you -- to meet me there in the middle.
With great love, tenderness, affection, and longing,
Brown Eyes
Space… I know, darling, it’s something we tried
But, honestly, I struggle to get you out of my mind
You are the beat to the melody
That sings in the depths of my soul.
Just because we have our spheres
Doesn’t mean there isn’t a bridge between
Our love can bridge a safe connection
So that we’re not in a storm of jealousy.
It’s the desire to possess the other
The all or nothing “riddle”
That has kept us in this up-down cycle.
Can we please try the middle?
Compromise is the balm to our wounds
So can we try it — no more cycling,
No more “last stands” —
No more all or nothing, or
“This is how it has to be”
Let us meet at the thresholds
And be what we can be.
Because honey I swear I’ll be damned
If I let you go without trying my hand.
You are breath to my lungs
You are blood in my veins
You are the oil over my head
You are the thoughts in my brain
The love I hold for you is no joke
But it is not ash, smolder, or smoke —
It is a fire that roars deep
Within this chest of mine
And however we can make it work
I know we can if we do it right
I cast aside this ego
This stubbornness to be singular —
This anger, these walls, the poker face down —
Deal me in, darling, don’t care if I look like a clown.
I’m betting on us however we can have it
And I know with patience, time, and healing
We’ll stop dealing each other damage
We burn so brightly
Our magnetism unparalleled
But this doesn’t have to be punishment
Or damnation to hell
I crave to know you, to hold your heart —
Not to own it or possess you.
Isn’t that a start?
Any life that has your presence in it
Is better than one without you
In whatever way, shape or form it comes
Because when the love is true
It’s worth fighting for.
Space we already have —
For love, don’t you see?
We are stars that burn forever
Next to one another in harmony
Thinking of you now
Is like taking that sip of tea
When your throat is dry and aching —
But that thirst would never cease
Or a tender heart that needs sating…
But I’m trying my best
To get up, go to work, get dressed —
Be productive… think of other things too
Yet still reach outstretched for the nonexistent tea
Where I get intermittent thoughts of you.
I will always have this love for you in my heart
It has never changed and never will —
Even when we’ve been and are apart.
I know our time will come in another lifetime
I’ve already seen it — and I anticipate it
I know we can have it if we do this one right
If you believe in me and all that I am
Then know what I say to be true
We’re just spending this one
Breaking the cycles that we tend to fall into
Because it’s worth it — getting it right
We deserve our happy ending
In at least one of our lifetimes
I wake this morning and think of you
Not with tears in my eyes or sadness
Not with the heavy, defeated thoughts of yesterday
But I wake with hope, the memories of your care,
The acknowledgement of our growth so far,
And the love that we hold for each other in our hearts
This might sound strange, but I mean it sincerely:
I am so very proud of you and everything you do
I love you
In lifetimes before, now, and in the lifetimes to come
Near, Far, & Everywhere