Floating. Often I desire to float away, my dreams collide in an angel’s wings apologizing on my path crossing them. I’m not sorry though, really. I’ve only wanted to be among them and carried in their arms for the rest of eternity. I only ever want to walk beside them and continue the kingdom of light our Dad chose since our first stars.
Instead I sit here listening to the woes of the highest vibrations lulling me to a peaceful state. Overstimulated. Overdone. Obviously overworked. I cry inside listening to music that resonate with my situations in life. Sometimes they don’t resonate, and I cry anyway. I don’t know why I cry. So I sit here gripping onto the physical manifestations of high vibration. The music, the wind, the sunshine confidently rising pridefully over the Earth. I crave peace. Others laugh at my blindfolds over my eyes and blame my negativity. My ears twitch and ring from the chaos and skin crawls from disgust from a view you won’t see with your eyes.
Often I cry more than I wish. I wish to be the happy and blindfully positive I was years ago. Only, I don’t remember when I was sad. I weep uncontrollably craving the touch of a physical sensation that won’t suffice. No one to understand. No one has been brave enough to look through the blindfolds over their eyes. If I avoid the pain then maybe they’ll understand. If they stand up without a hand then they would finally see.
Instead I sit here asking the sun to hold me when I’m weak. Unable to reverse the portals I see open, behaving as anyone would when they don’t see through the folds.
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