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A moment and then another

I only exist in the space of the other. My strength, my joy, my love - We are the moments we share.

I have no title, no absolutes, no fixed adornment. I am not submissive in the sense that it is in me and absent in another. I am what I am at the time that I am. I am submissive to all and to no one. I submit to the world in complete faith of its wisdom, acceptance, love and deliverance.

I cannot be defined in absolutes but can be labelled with qualifiers just for common understanding and no more - ever disrupting, ever changing, ever subsiding, ever becoming.

I grow into another and another. Or is it that I strip down to become less and less.
1 year ago. December 20, 2023 at 10:08 PM

I am lost in a good way

My silence speaks volumes of my actions

And the words I don't speak are like prayer coursing through my veins

Absence here indicating my presence elsewhere

Living, doing, being, closer

To my dreams

To my self

To the Ocean

Things I can be proud of, that stay deep in my belly

And those other voices being banished to a quieter, less consuming, whisper

The birds are calling and I can hear them so clear today

An exhale with such relief

 

 

MadPoet - It’s good that I found you, God I wish you made the choice to talk to me, just for you to discover that I always was here for you, You want me to have you, you’re just unaware of that.
1 month ago

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