When I don’t sleep at night.

Restless mind between the hours of night gives way to all the things I’m missing out on right now, who I’m not close to anymore, all the good times that will never happen again, the people who I’m not close to anymore, all the people who mean the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get a awful sleeted mix between loneliness and nostalgia. 

Regardless of the future the moment is now; life’s a constant.

Time moves forward, people move in between the past, and future.

Considering time as a factor will fumble at your feet.  What matters is how you pick up what you dropped and move forward.

Regardless of the circumstances, I look forward to tomorrow.

You’re A Great Pollinator

My words couldn’t sum all the parts of you because people are endless as the universe, time, and space.  A description of words would be selecting, separating out like sand into different tonal, values, and thus you.  The world you continuously thrive in, as your passion, is constantly streamlined as a beehive of excitement, and its means of heartfelt are yours.  Gifted at having a big heart, nor is it to big for your body, and don’t let it go.

Kept in sight are infectious expressions such as a smile, laughter, stillness when walking, and even the willingness to share the unbounded mind of memories.   The exchange is marvelous. Resonance becomes a scope of affection; soft kept words, raining in shimmer of brown lockets and a background of somber lit eyes.  While cherishing the fondness of a good hug when having to part.

Doorbell Broken Yell Ding Dong Really Loud

Sometimes I feel like such an incredible nothing.

Pulling on both sides of the thought of being happy.  The only person that can truly make ones self-happy is our self.  Yes, connecting with people on all sorts of levels can bring tremendous joy; even just thinking of such thought, action, as a source full parsing is being happy.  When you sit and lookout from your eyes, with a stillness that clings to your inner being, anchored, and its unwillingness of willpower keeps somber.

In many respects grappling the loath of what this feeling is of nothing, hedges underneath the umbrella of subjugation. The willingness to sort out the conflict is a course but in turn, turning these thoughts off is not of the matter.

Dot Dot

I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you.  

Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.