Category: Where Demons Tread

You know that you drive me crazy, right?

I know that I am hard to catch.

I don’t mean to make it hard for you.

I am just blippin’ between tasks, trying to simulate being functional.

It’s kind of funny to realize how shy we get around each other.

There’s a prospective work scenario that keeps playing in my head that I am not comfortable with.

it is preventing my ability to rest and sleep.

How is it that I can sometimes feel your physical energy around and/or next to me?

My Dearest One.

Every day, I hope to see you and be with you.

I do not have many “vices,” but you can be…

I hope that things are going well for you.

Does any of this get me closer to you?

I am defaulting into options because I must survive as I know how to, in the meantime.

I phase between belief and despair.

The road has been long and hard.

I want to know you.

Who you have been to who you are, now.

Where you broke, how you grew.

Your doubts, dreams, goals, and aspirations.

Your most intimate fascinations.

I want to know the truths that matter most to you.

I want to learn how to wholistically support and grow with you.

My Love,

I have been hurt in the past by people who did not want my love.

You matter more to me on levels that no other potential partner has ever activated.

Straight down into places I have not gone to, before.

And I am unsure about correctly reading signals, so insecure about my position.

I just want you.

More.

I feel weary of this distance.

Hot Stuff.

My Lovely One.

Baby…

I’m waiting for you.

My Love,

How do we create this safe haven together, and keep it priority while navigating and managing other investments?

My sweet star navigator.

I don’t need to delve into all of the negative thinking that I am sliding into just from sheer exhaustive “drudgery…”

Suffice it to say, I feel “discouraged.”

My Darling.

I need to pull more minor miracles out of my hat…

My Love.

When I think of you coming back for me, my soul begins squirming in my body.

I do not remember having experienced my soul’s having it’s own shape before!

it isn’t your fault, my love, that I remain cautious and guarded.

I have become settled deep into my armor from more recent events which has shifted my mind into tracking and strategizing survival mode – regardless of how I am feeling.

My limbs are locked into predetermined allowances, and my eyes, lips, and teeth are conscripted along with voice to stay modulated..

But all I want to do is speak words of love from my heart and soul to you while we embrace and become one.

Yet, I do not know what is needed to disarm me.

I’ve attached to you…

I hope this is what you have wanted.