Personal note: These may be all incomplete works including my painting. However at this time stringed together they tell so much more than they appear. I pray for clarity, blessings to you as you read my journal.
Completely Incomplete Though you can not hold me. I feel safe in a song. Waiting for you anon.
Funny how 'Feels Like Rain' felt like home, and 'Feels Like Home' felt like pain.
My apologies if I have all but let go. As Walt said; - When you don't know where you want to go it doesn't matter which path you take.- Tho I would not leave you thus.
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. - Mignon McLaughlin
You have taught me to no longer be in love with my pain. I have loved many times. You were the only one that Loved me back. That is what I will be in love with, even if I never see you again.
Maybe someone will read my torn pages and broken words. Place them together till they verse. Finding me falling in reverse. He would hold me as a balloon, as I soar to his merry tune. We could write poetry with no words only colours. Becoming the fanciful lovers who remind the world what colour is!
Though I may be in love with a stranger now. I don't mean to be wicked, nor leave you wanting. No matter how hard I tried to forget you. I could never forget your favorite colour indigo. The shade of night, where you hold me tight! I use to hate brown, who could I hate the colour of your eyes. Yet what makes brown except the Holy Trinity. Red is for passion but my love colour for you is pink I think.