Singing, because song is the one consistent in my life. Music is and always be there when I need it most. When I feel like dancing, when I need to cry. I can always count on song.... it's never done me wrong
I feel like writing and maybe reciting a few words. Words are expression that I use to convey the very depths of my soul. Words on paper are so more easily shared than vocally, at least for me. The things I could never speak; the love, the joy, the pain. It seems so much more easy for others to accept my soul written than spoken.... maybe that will change one day, is what I am hoping
I feel like crying. Crying because of the feelings I have yet to express. Even the emotion I have fear of sharing with written words. The things I fear may occur, maybe if I never touch the subjects we can pretend as if things don't exist. So I resist reality. I fear truth, yet knowing God's truth can change what man has declared..... truth is I am scared.
I feel like being held. Held by nurturing arms that no longer exist. Maybe because I rejected them so many years ago and for so many more until this moment. Yet am now in a place where I cannot convey my needs.... I am void, yet avoiding turning to the only one who can truly fill that place
I feel like changing.... I need newness, growth, transition. I cannot live in the constant that is my current life. I need more. I crave the essence of that which is deeper.....
I feel like writing and maybe reciting a few words. Words are expression that I use to convey the very depths of my soul. Words on paper are so more easily shared than vocally, at least for me. The things I could never speak; the love, the joy, the pain. It seems so much more easy for others to accept my soul written than spoken.... maybe that will change one day, is what I am hoping
I feel like crying. Crying because of the feelings I have yet to express. Even the emotion I have fear of sharing with written words. The things I fear may occur, maybe if I never touch the subjects we can pretend as if things don't exist. So I resist reality. I fear truth, yet knowing God's truth can change what man has declared..... truth is I am scared.
I feel like being held. Held by nurturing arms that no longer exist. Maybe because I rejected them so many years ago and for so many more until this moment. Yet am now in a place where I cannot convey my needs.... I am void, yet avoiding turning to the only one who can truly fill that place
I feel like changing.... I need newness, growth, transition. I cannot live in the constant that is my current life. I need more. I crave the essence of that which is deeper.....