SheFallsSoftly

For the first time in a long time, I’m not finding myself burning with words every time I know it’s most important to stay quiet. Things are calm, incredibly calm and peaceful… I’m careful to whisper now, in a voice that will let you remain in slumber if sleeping you are, or if not, is quiet enough that you can ignore. Everyone is telling me to calm down, recently.. Funny thing is, my internal dialogue has never been so at ease. I don’t think that I’m in control of things, but that hasn’t changed… The only thing that may be different is a new sense that I don’t need to be, that I can trust you.

I never know anymore how I might behave next, I’m not accustomed to feel so jealous or so accepting… Being unaccustomed to that jealousy, I’m unaccustomed to not allowing my jealousy to get the better of me… Even though, generally, I don’t. I imagine this is how the wind feels, this chasing and being chased, this catching and being caught, the pink faced reckless laughing, it all feels to me like the air flows straight through my heart and carries me with it.

You ebb and flow, and I will roam, both fluid, both cyclical.

Most days I’m only cryptic because my life is too uninteresting to be direct.