What gets me going in the morning

Freedom to Love

As many tears that fell from it- it wasn't love

The many marks that bred from it- it wasn't love 

The pain mentally and physically because of it - it wasn't love 

Unwritten, Unspoken, and Forced consequences don't make it love 

In so many ways we try to find, solve, and remake love the way we believe it should be. We want it when its not there, when we think its there it isn't right, so we try and fight for our love' the way we think it should be. But if we take the time to be vulnerable and it let happen as it should, imagine how beautiful life would be. Of all the heartbreaking I've felt and done. I'm closing my eyes to let love guide me. Its steps may be shaky or may be far. But in the end I'll have reached my destination and love will have found me- not the other way around 

"Love is patience and love is kind" 

Let love be this and only this and when it's not have the strength to walk away. 

Did I mention that...

Time has a funny way of finding me

A way of coming around when I couldn't hate it more 

And leaving when it's all I need 

I've seen it watch me silently and mark the day as though each second was an eternity

And in the most beautiful moments, take my hand and lead me as though it were the end of existence 

Oh time, how you know me so well 

But don't understand me at all 

You've slowed down every fall 

And saved me from the ones I've wanted to take 

The ones where love was at stake 

Shaken up my world like the 89 earthquake

During my creation, why couldn't you pause my sensations, speed past my temptations

And let me delve in the ecstasy of an eternal connection, with another soul's erection 

I've began to think this is why beautiful movements are so precious 

Because in them time becomes reckless

And we act on our urges to feel the things that can only be  limited by time 

But that exist undyingly in our minds