In my Feels. Flashing Lights.

It’s funny.. I do not know who I am writing to anymore. I don’t know who I am drawing for anymore. I exist, and so do you.

I am tired of the discern because beneath it is the yearn to adjourn from this surface of light coating. Flashing lights that catches us off guard removing us even further from the depth in which we reside. Yes, free from the tugs and pulls that is gravity's tide.

I may not even know you. But I do. I do because like the scars on my skin, I remember you. Quiet nights with crickets and horns as the sweet nothings…city lights and bright moon lights as a temporary hold to fathoms deep. 

We are ancient, we are mystic. I met you in the Sea where we knew upon impact, we were always meant to be, “We.” I will recognize that familiar salty sweat from the top of your lip, I will remember the gaze in your sensational drift. River, current, twists and turns…I have been lost in this lifetime, driven by decisions from my intuition… 

I release the Armor that protected me from the false hopes of you and, understand that, under that stand, is the door to you Amor. 

#flashinglights and #armoredcoatings