Missing you with the depths of my soul,
As I silently breathe.
My head spins, heart beats,
And all I can hear is silence.
I feel you in my blood, in my veins,
Cause when my eyes are seeing double –
It’s your lullaby love that keeps me from trouble
It’s your lullaby love that keeps me level
It’s your lullaby love that keeps me awake
Have you ever gone past desire to see behind that it’s actually because you can finally accept your 7th house and have a relationship with yourself, and with that you’re ready to give yourself to another wholesomely?
Creative self expression, they always say.. As I type away in my lover’s office in the dark, I silently crave for his presence, or just to touch his face and look at him deeply. Sometimes, he doesn’t know, but I know things. For example, I caught him tearing up a little. Just for awhile, and it was gone.
Concentrate your mind, they say. I find my intense focus drawing some flow of peace and innate warmth from my loins.
I finally know how to stop the tears from coming. I just have to call your name in my head, and pain goes away. They say, whenever you can’t seem to bring yourself to say a certain someone’s name without crying -it’s because your love is overflowing.
Some days I just get filled with dislike towards you and your ignorance about mental health and wanting to play God for your Ego was too damn big. Too damn of a perfectionist and the fact that I had to pick up on your micromanagement skills subconsciously overwhelms me from time to time.
Your fear is absolute poison, I wish I never knew you.
Some days I can still hear your voice at the back of my head and your overbearing analytical side.
I forgive you but the after taste is still there. I dislike you. Truly.
And there was war, Aries, but the wrath of Nike was different from Aries’, a combination of both Athena and Aries I’d like to believe.
She’s the goddess associated with Capricorn, my midHeaven. As for now, it feels really odd to try so hard to write with flair. Bruce Wayne has been out of touch. It’s time to practice again, to get these lazy fingers moving, and let purpose flow at the tip of my fingers to fulfill my destiny.
Don’t give away too much, work in silence, just do it.