Rawness.
You think you know,
That you understand it,
The struggle,
The strings being everley puled harder and harder from your heart,
Not knowing where you'll end up,
It’s is a rather ludicrous thought to feel so entire,
In life,
In self,
You’re so used to feeling like you're grasping at the straws you cling to,
To claim your sense of uniqueness,
But with out those halves that you keep locked up deep inside your core,
You are nothing but an empty pit wallowing,
Begging for the next meal you call your niche,
Your next adventure,
Your true purpose.
This feeling of security and freedom interlocking to make solid the foundation that was always cracking just beneath
It's for me,
The sound of bacon cooking at 3 am while I wait up for you,
The sound of Greg Lanswell playing softly in the back ground
It’s the keys clicking on the keyboard,
It brings sense of safety that feels rawer than home,
Longing for your touch,
It feels like the security we crave,
Like I've finally found what's been missing,
The half of my entity feels whole,
All the meanwhile my brain hunts for some reason to rip this feeling apart,
The blind free falling,
Gut wrenching,
Exhilarating,
Feeling of wholeness is ever so luxurious,
An everlasting feeling that we create to feel complete in ourselves,
In our lives,
In what mistress identities we've created to portray ourselves as, Calculatingly daunting in our expression of selves in life.
~ Jess Elyssa Rose