To write for a bit…

Sitting down to write for a bit. Knowing Damn well no one can hear the words come from my lips. So thoughts coming to the occasion to relate. As the readers cannot see the expressions on my face. Nor pinpoint the tone of written pieces of comprehension actually flow. Assumptions refuse to realize topics aren’t personalized configurations of letters exposed. There are many things to be said without sound. The tongue is free as rhymes and phrases aren’t chewed like chow. So the creation of precision can live as is. And I’m still just one individual revealing life’s lil gift. In the mingling of situation jotted down to display the secrets wrt keep safe. Detailed in all the different ways to help others escape. I cope with each line that finds their way out into the open. I’m not afraid to finger what could become of a scenario that’s been chosen. I Judy need to be left alone to articulate a version to be read. I’d amazing what can come of the rearrangements of the alphabet. Only if others knew that very few are posts of my depths. My weakness is, I don’t recreate the contents buried deep beneath my chest. Those hidden gems aren’t for everyone to dismantle add they see fit. As I sit and write for a bit…

Home…

 Could it be we’ve been indoctrinated into believing home is a structure that stores all the things we can buy? Is it possible to thinking the mind to know it itself is the center of the universe from self’s perspective as it is always home? Is it comprehensible to think no matter where self travels off to it’s just another comfort yet to be familiar and become a stage of a sense of home? At least for a lil while. For a moment, long enough to find where comfort feels just right. So the mental sigh isn’t lost. Can it be we live in a false reality as we’re born in a trap? Is this why happiness feels like it’s a drift in the wind? What if flowing with the breeze is home. No matter where for anywhere is a good place to enjoy for a lil bit…

In between…

Help my mind ease on up. Slow the thoughts down just enough. All I want is to hear your voice in my head. I’m listening, but it’s too loud as if your words go unsaid. I need to rest and you’d make the soothe so fuckin comfortably nice. Just to lay in silence with your whispers and spend a lil time. Lil ol you. I could use. I wouldn’t need to move. Cut me loose. I don’t wanna be mentally incapable of such a beautiful thing. There’s more to life than dreams. Settle all the confusion of relations I shield myself from. I’m done with feeling numb. I’m lost in between the space claiming the depths hidden from ear to ear. As the sound from the outside I honestly fear. But your voice is pleasant to me. I wanna be free. I crave the moment I’m touched by your fingertips and you sink in. Allowing me to breathe again. Forcing the scars I’ve encountered to lay flush. Flow through me with your rush. Open me up and sort out my comprehension of what a woman is. I wanna live. And I feel like I’m off a bit bcuz I’m just one man. But damn how I would luv to understand a woman’s stance. To find a balance in the making to whenever and wherever creates the evidence to drift from my mindset that enclaves me. I’m not begging, but please. Be different in ways you make sense. With this, my heart won’t be afraid and tense. Just speak softly as I fall to sleep in between your thighs. Just don’t lie. A friend would be sweet to sneak in and rearrange a few details that I have gotten wrong. But shh, don’t tell the walls. Let it just be you and I until the sun comes back around. In the now. As heartbeats synchronize. As clarity attempts to spin counter clockwise. To creep with the night that doesn’t want anything in return. Give a lil worth. I’m in between me and crossing over to you. I’m calling for a truce. I can’t keep on fighting myself to be happy. It’s maddening…