#lettersfromsilence

The obsession to capture from the mind hijacks all senses and I'm falling short of feeling it and ultimately losing it

It's vital to be rooted in the uneasiness of discomfort, feeling the awkwardness so that the present evolves into stillness, riding on the front wheels of surrender to the future, and the rear wheels of acceptance of the past.

There are days when I begin acting for them, hooking my life to the expectation game where everyone loses.

It happens time and again when I cannot dive deep in some cases to reach down to the root cause of indulgence even when the heart knows something isn't right.

Let's be here with ourselves burning in the Me time doing nothing feeling the painful loneliness bubble up until it explodes, transcending the past, future, and present, all into blissful solitude.

First I despise myself then thou as my brutal self judgments judge you.