Hello I Am Here. Where Are You?

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My heart was ripped out and replaced. Replaced with echoing memories of what love was like. I have been searching by the water, under the rocks, looking at the sky, hiking through the woods, greeting animals and meeting new people. Reminisces of love flows through my writing while my body is tense and cautious.

How do I love again?

I bond others together as I know how important connection is, while I slowly disappear into the fog. My presence slowly fades. Does anyone notice? As I am pushing all of you out of the fog, in return I am sacrificing myself. It’s getting darker. Will anyone take my hand?

How do I save myself?

I witnessed and experienced immense pain, my tolerance is slowly dwindling. Does my perceived perseverance help guide you? Do you find hope and strength in my trauma? Are my wounds lessons you don’t want to ever bare? Can someone take some of the load. It’s getting heavy.

How do I take some of the weight off?

I am calling out. Are you listening or just passing by? How long are you staying, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a few years or decades? Which one suits you? Is your perception of me being damaged so scary?

How do I repair something so deeply feared?

My experiences and desires are unbothered by time. Time waits for no one and appears so ruthless when maybe that’s all you need. Time doesn’t care about status, gender, race, ethnicity, or culture. It has no bias as it keeps moving forward despite the desperate pleas to love a little longer, to connect, to experience and to settle.  

How do I slow down time so I can catch my breath?


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