I am on a writing spree.
I have to express all that is inside of me.
I miss a love, I miss a connection.
I like being alone, but sometimes, another heart would nice.
And I do not want to settle, I know I am confusing.
But I do not want to settle…
I know what I want, and I do not know who.
I am just following clues, the rhythm of my heart.
It has to feel, right.
It has to empower me, and incline me to write.
I am lost, but sure of where I am headed.
Somewhere nice, something heavenly…
A love, a beautiful reward…
And my amygdala is sore, loving strangers, giving my heart to people that do not deserve.
They see me as weak, deep, naive or foolish.
So I suppose, indeed, I am.
To be a man, that desires one unruly thing.
One thing worth it all;
Love & not lust.
Love… be careful, I remind myself.
Love, I say, do not lose heart!
It is coming, it is forming, the universe will reward me accordingly, just keep pushing on…