full moon

this disnatural life, is highway robbery.
more pressure; more money; more stuff... all to contain the cycle of dissatisfaction that we search externally to amend

we are so caught up in achieving this unattainable, surfaced 'life,' that we don't know what to do with ourselves in the rare raw moments when we are spared.

it is the hardest thing in the world to leave the person you love.
to give love and share experiences with those who will receive it, is the reason to my being.

i'm not interested in 'things,' i never have been. what are things, without motivation for a larger reason, a shared heart. i feel now as i ever did. i will never find fulfillment in what are soul-less items. i would be happier in a tepee with a good man, than to be an empty, blind slave.
for those who are, i imagine the notion is to continue on in that foolish format until we find our justification. i wanted him to be a place to put my love.

we will never love ourselves (and consequently others,) more by pushing people out of our hearts. this will not leave us with more love to give, but less; love has its own currency. we only grow in our love and understanding of self, as we give our love onto others. this is when we have true meaning- to live for another is to finally be free and awake. to love is not to take, but to become vehicle for something larger than yourself. it is not about using someone else as a tool to inflate your own sense of self, relinquish insecurities or entertain. it is freedom to let go.