Whether life is purely random or there is a supreme force that weaves all things together often comes into question with each inspiring moment. The answer is a mystery for me. However, when I see the loose ends I go forth to tie them and question very little why they were noticed.
So much time dedicated to forming this shell, the contents were all but forgotten. I have chosen to share traumatic, painful memories before sharing the tender desires of my heart. Such strange priorities. Perhaps these romantic aspirations are the core, frail and pure.
It is no mystery what I want, and have always wanted. This longing shared by many, undoubtedly, and perhaps guarded just as fiercely. The yearning for the acceptance and need from another’s heart. Sharing in mutual need and admiration of one another. Almost knowing the thoughts of the other, sensing through intuition their emotions, and welcoming the delight from the physical pleasures of each other’s company. Love that is made behind closed doors with trustful acquiesce and devotion. These are the whispered notions of a silent but not stilled heart.
So much time dedicated to forming this shell, the contents were all but forgotten. I have chosen to share traumatic, painful memories before sharing the tender desires of my heart. Such strange priorities. Perhaps these romantic aspirations are the core, frail and pure.
It is no mystery what I want, and have always wanted. This longing shared by many, undoubtedly, and perhaps guarded just as fiercely. The yearning for the acceptance and need from another’s heart. Sharing in mutual need and admiration of one another. Almost knowing the thoughts of the other, sensing through intuition their emotions, and welcoming the delight from the physical pleasures of each other’s company. Love that is made behind closed doors with trustful acquiesce and devotion. These are the whispered notions of a silent but not stilled heart.
