You dont feel like youre letting go of the past, but that youre letting go of the future.
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Updated 8 years ago,July 25, 2017
A fierce love.
A love born where you dont witness its birth.
Jiri Wagner
The first of its kind.
The only of its kind.
The feeling of running free, your light heart dancing with you in the wind.A brave love.
Jiri Wagner
The way it makes you feel unbound and on top of the world.
The way nothing else in this world makes you feel.
You never question your widest smiles or the deep flutters in your hearts intertwining.
Your heart is theirs, open and wild to be drummed on.
It is rebellious and rich.
Your young emotions swinging in tandem.
Oh, and then, its over.
Then somehow, you look around and you realize its over.
You dont understand what just happened all of those years.And you dont understand how youre here now.
How the genuine, supreme joy filled you.
And how it can be gone.
You remember every soft hair on his face.
You remember the lines around his fingernails.
You remember the way he smelled when you rolled into his arms in the morning.
And now youre strangers.
You only left to test how strong your love is.
You only left, thinking hed come back.
Knowinghe would come back.
Your love would grow stronger because of this.
This would set your love on fire again.
Its got to still be in fruition.
Hes with her, but she is certainly not me.
Time has passed but we were everything.
There is no life pulsating through you.
No current in your veins.
No budding in these moments.
The suns warmth touches all but your soul.
Your skin, dry to the bone.
Dry to your heart.
Your heart light from emptiness instead of enlightenment.
Your heart, it pumps slowly as it struggles to find a beat.
The sparkle from your eyes lost with the wind.
Part of you wishes you never met him.
You wonder what your heart would be like.
How differently you would know yourself.
Life would flow through you.
You could flow with life.
All of this nobly carried you into this year, this month, this day, this moment.
Your scope is wider.
You are highly aware and sensitive.
And holy shit, you are strong.
The light and darkness surround you, but youve faced the darkness head onit clothed you.
And now you welcome the light.
Through sunny cracks it softly beams onto your absorbent being.
The art of letting go.
The journey that brought you.
The finest little moments of uncertainty, encompassing to bring you to this moment right here.
It all makes sense.
Space in your heart.
The ability to love and to breathe.
The faith I practiced and held dear to my heart until this moment of true belief in it.
Oh it is a pleasure to meet myself.
To now love myself more than I love him.
You have shed a thousand skins to become the person you are today.
