Late night with self thinking.

Rolling out intent that isn’t free by far. Life isn’t just about me but I’ll be damned if I don’t protect my heart. Mindful I rest thoughts that settle the nerves. Yes, I know my worth. And I’m no better than anyone attempting to survive. Waiting to come across a special person that looks back and realizes the calm of my eyes. The facts of self is on display if the reading can relate. If the words are said silently just right so text is felt in the way the delivery is saucy Enough to create a taste. It’s easy to express angles so what’s seen is the beauty of the mind. What’s difficult is trying to figure out who resides entirely when the single life is worth the sigh. Truth is, I’ll never tell but one person of what the fuck is going on within. No matter the friendship I remain a confusion so I can adjust to to the one who flows smoothly to the feel. And I ain’t telling the secret of clothes being peeled. To get to the layers of yes that becomes a thing is in the makings of something that more delicious than a meal. As tastebuds dial in the mmm. As I end this with a simply, hmm?