the anxious warp.
encompassing arms left me with bruised ribs, the consequences of living, life, openly.
vulnerability is an invitation to some, for use and misuse.
how do i know diamonds from the rough
when all is a gullible road map to potential?
what signs do i heed? what truths do i swallow?
perhaps, simply, only, solely —
the small and inconsequential murmur tucked between heart and throat like a love note waiting patiently to be consumed.
your heart beats in a language you can learn.
(p.s: thank you to those who responded yesterday — your suggestions were all helpful. i am feeling much less tense today.)
(p.p.s: this is how i feel, musically, today. music is a powerful tool, experience, presence…notes and voices and tones react with our chemicals for some sense of a blissful experience. check out this song, i hope you like it.