I found a piece of myself that somehow I lost.
Don’t be mistaken I am scared shitless out here with no bounds
But I have a piece of myself that I lost
A part per say
Smaller than a chunk, yet so profound it might be bigger than a chunk
A profound piece of myself, in metaphor, bigger than a chunk in reality
This piece cannot fit on one palm let a alone two
I don’t care if he’s six two, my piece would not fit
I don’t want to loose it as it’s not come to full fruition. I can not yet see this piece it just lingers now, back there. I have acknowledged it and I am now trying to slowly, kindly nurture it.
She said:
“Live as if you die today does not mean in haste, in hurry or in greed
It means to take it all in in slow motion as if standing still and gliding magically thought a pattern of never ending stars.”
I don’t want to loose this profound piece of myself, she’s the little nymph I need.
She is the magic that has been fermenting in the depths of my unknown, I had to lock it away not that long a go.
I hope she stays this profound piece of mine, I could use a little more magic!
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