What is the direction of my heart?
i am looking for something that could possibly build into a wonderful story that unfolds all the chapters through and through. i will read the pain and kiss the wounds but it won’t choke me or rip out my chest because it is inked into a healing cycle. the painted stars in between the pages will remind me of the endless possibilities that the universe is willing to negotiate with me amongst all the uphill and downward spirals that sometimes my existence throws at me at a ferocious speed.
So how much time do i have?
the question itself doesn’t guarantee anything and the answer only dissipates and vaporises in a fantasy that hardly matches the reality as time in itself is not definite. i am not limited, i am merely in a state of being with all that i am in a single moment that continuously repeats itself in fractions to all that is.
What can be done?
i will cultivate a garden of all that the universe has to offer, to build onto who i am. an eye witness to all the aspects that built into who i am. intimate. a boundless friend unraveling the mysteries and imagine how a joyous state that will be.