Will you just hold my hand? If you do, I will know. There is no vision anywhere else. All is death and you have the key to transform me back to life again.

Sometimes, there must be boundaries set for our own feelings, especially if they tend to overflow and run wild. Aliveness is movement so never let what you perceive amputate your legs. If a vision has the ability to do so, it is better not to see.

Seen too much or seen too much that intersects? A kind of hyper-awareness can make you like medieval royalty, your corset tightened around your waist. It can get hard to breathe. So make sure what you have is focus and not someone else's "pigeonhole" for you.

"She is so beautiful, she is so free, she is all I wanna be." Really? Be honest - what would you be willing to sacrifice for such a being, such a life? What do you actually admire? Perhaps, it is her restraint, which looks different than yours, because she's been to more places and seen much more.

Ask me about passion but I may not answer. I'm not sure I'd like you to know. And in my silence, I worry that I will be pushing you to find out for yourself. I'd much rather, I think, have you know how I survived, in spite of my passion.

You wanted to see the real me, but hey - you have been seeing the real me all along. In fact, what you wished for is to see my roots. There they are, you can see them in my eyes and as my shoulders. But you should know, my roots are not me, though they can be quite beautiful, in a poignant sort of way.

My tears - and yours - bloom like royalty. They are the expressions of our souls, no not necessarily sad, just expressive of the love for you we contain in our eyes and our hearts, while exercising so much self-control.

Looking with restraint

"Too cerebral"

Thank you