If you have a big heart, maybe you know the pain of desperately wanting to help someone that isn’t ready or willing to receive your help. I’ve often been much more willing to take suffering on myself than to watch another person go through it. Sometimes, though, we have to sit back and let the people we love come to the realization themselves – they deserve the love and support we’re offering.
Tired of Your Face
I’m tired of looking at your face and seeing the sadness, the pain,
and when I open my mouth to let what I’ve learned pour out – I see you’re tired of it.
I love to daydream.
In my head there are fields of flowers – I don’t even know their names or if I’ve ever actually seen them before
It’s kind of how I feel when someone just clicks – I don’t know their name, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen them before, but I’m absolutely positive that I know them – so familiar.
Sometimes I invite them into the field of flowers and I don’t fix my gaze on them as I do simply because I want to see if they can pick up the pattern, the commonalities between themselves and the flowers.
My head swims with conversations that I’ve never actually had, just played through over and over to uncover the version that exists in each parallel universe.
It’s not that I want to experience them all, I’m just not sure which one fits this space and time – so if I repeat my story, my questions, it’s just because I’m not sure if I’m blurring my reality and my dreams again.
Sometimes when you’re sad, I daydream that you’re happy. It’s not always easy. I have a lot more memories of you sad, or angry.
I hope someday I look at your face, and you’re beaming, allowing love.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 