“She wanted someone that could swim to the depths of her ocean and not drown in the intensity of her soul.”

Wild one, be still and listen your soul will whisper to you even in the darkest of moments.

I began digging up the old roots planted deep in my mind to release the weight and become free again.

Feeling, the strength of the roots beneath my body I stand here planted in the soil of all that came before me and all that will follow.

There is peace in knowing love is always within her moving through her gracefully she doesn’t need anyone’s permission to create, to grow, to simply just be.

I am the leaves that blow in the wind untethered and free.

I was drawn to him completely, addicted his eyes pulled me into the shadows hidden away and all at once his pain became my own.

The parts she had buried away were never lost just patiently waiting to be unearthed.

Wild, natured being never forget how powerful you truly are.

I do not feel ready to plant my roots on this earth without first drinking the water from the rivers of the world.

Darling, look how far you’ve come do you truly believe you are unable to rise from the ashes and grow new wings.

Those places will never be the same they are forever intertwined with the thought of you.

I stayed with him hoping to discover a remedy to my pain.

Darling, let go I promise you will never want to carry that pain again.

Her name is foreign on my tongue, I repeat it over and over and over in my head hoping one day it will sound familiar.

I was searching for relief in places I would never find peace.

She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.

You don’t really know how attached you are until you move away, until you’ve experienced what it means to be dislodged, a cork floating on the ocean of another place.

If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.

The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

Her delicate shoulders held mountains of pressure but her soul was far more strong than the depth-filled ocean.

He held me like a wave pulling sand into the ocean and I could not resist.

Why do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.

No matter how hard these waves crash they will not break me.