heokawolf

I dreamt of you again last night. We were talking, discussing, contemplating. Nothing real important, or too perplexing But good conversation none-the-less. We were caring, and sharing, Enjoying each other's company. It was just a dream but it felt so real. I felt so awake, so conscience. It's quite ironic really, See there was a time in the not so distant past When I was in this conscience reality talking to you, But I was not truly awake. Somehow I let myself nod off, fall asleep. I was functioning in this place, but I was not completely coherent. You nudged me gently, "wake up, wake up". Well now I am awake. Still a little groggy, but y

I love you more than you hate me. It has been your way, throughout your sordid past. What you do not understand you fear, What you fear you destroy. You kill. Well you cannot understand me because you can't truly see me. You cannot see truth. To see me you must look. You must open your eyes And look past your cloudy vision, and through your foggy thoughts. But you do not. And you cannot destroy me because I am too strong. You are not. You are weak. You must admit you are weak before you can gain strength. But you will not. You cannot kill me because I have already died. I have died a thousand deaths and now I am completely alive

As I sit here cross legged in the corner of my mind Sorting through my "busted shit", I arrange the broken shards like a jigsaw puzzle Trying to remember exactly how they fit. Most of the pieces are so familiar, And there's some I've forgotten too, But my attention is drawn to a piece in the middle, One that looks just like you. I couldn't tell you how long it has been there, But as I look at it again and again I can't help but hope that I will find a place Where this beautiful piece will fit in. As I sit and gaze at this piece again, The one that looks like you, I wonder if there's a piece that looks like me In the middle of y

Stop. Look. Do you see it? It's right there in front of you. Can you see the beauty? Reach out. Do you feel it? The sensation on your skin. Breath it in. can you smell the sweet fragrance. Let it fill your mind. Drink it up. Ingest it. Can you taste the sweet nectar? Let it consume your heart, your soul. Look to the earth. Ground yourself. Let your roots grow deep. Reach for the sky. Soar upon the breeze. Know what it is to be truly free. There's a lesson in every direction. Take the time to learn. There's a meaning to every color, a story to every picture. Every ending is just a new beginning. Can you see it now? Can you fe