Has anyone experienced a strong connection with someone else? Like, something deeper than the mundane everyday life interactions? Like, almost as if you connect and communicate on a spiritual level? Moments when the heart races and literal understanding and everything you know up to this point in time can be placed into question?
Has anyone experienced a deep connection with another person? Like, spiritual or something?
not just followers, everyone.
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The best part is, this post actually does something, it offers support, unlike one of those useless “reblog if you care” posts.
Exactly. Which is why I’ll reblog this one.
These raindrops fall like tears from the windows of my soul
Making things so clear
I can, at once, see the whole
entirety of my being.
Oh! A moment so freeing!
A place I never want to be leaving.
as day into evening,
The mind starts deceiving;
Reverting to human logic and reasoning
To be continued
Simple old poetry.
I like the sound
when cars pass by
With windows down
I don’t know why
The woosh it makes;
it comes right in
I feel it un-
derneath my skin.
It lets me know
Life will pass by
So take some time;
Look at the sky.
There are tears to cry, but I just can’t.
Some mental blockade.
My feelings evade
My skin has worn thin
And I grin at the sin
I once so valiantly fought.
Who would have thought
That it would come to this?
My emotions are rage —
Like a lion newly locked in a cage.
To be continued.
I’m not a very loving person.
My soul is a musical instrument powered by flame. It longs to run and become the music. But the flame is out. Oh, to lose all of one’s being, their external vehicle and freely experience the moment. The music. To become one with it. All of its color, tempo, and feeling. To be boundless. That is the desire. But here I am in the dark; fortunately all I need is a spark.
i’ve gone mad.
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as the pianist takes the stage, i observe his attire —
his dapper appearrance mixed with a cunning smile.
it is no wonder this multitude has gathered to hear what this man’s hands have to say.
He sits to play, and all at once, as if struck by wonder and awe, the crowd quiets.
and i feel his pain. his anguish. and i realize, this song is for me. i feel it. i feel it deeply. oh how i do.
i want to fall into piano pieces played perfectly — the imperfections placed so precisely that there is nothing to do but love it all. to relate and feel the feelings that i stuff down inside, to allow the vibrations of chords to penetrate my soul and break down the floodgates that have been so tightly shut. to be raw and open, broken before the One who can direct me on how to fix this mess of mine.
I partially want to cry. But I know it will accomplish nothing.
Today has been hazardous. I’ve stepped across boundaries I should not have. I’ve been scolded, and I’ve harbored anger and irritation. Work has been busy. Shit has hit the fan today. I’m trying to keep my cool. I’ve been okay. I need to get to the root and deal with this situation. I need to be able to push my feelings aside and walk in the right way.
There’s a gal at rubio’s whose number I would like to get. I want to. But today is meh, and I don’t feel in the right mind to do so. But maybe that was opportunity.
I’ve never had the audacity or desire to really do so, as far as I remember.
Bob Ross soothes and calms and makes me happy like nothing else I’ve ever known.
Fun fact: Bob Ross was a Marine drill sergeant for several years, but quit because he didn’t like yelling at people.