Maybe Back Home

I do not care. It does not mean much. I still will trust as best I can, but hearts run empty.

Forget everything you know. It is all okay. The bleeding hearts, the hardened hearts, and the hearts which no longer are, let them be.

I wake sometimes grateful for escaping my dreams. I wake comforted by the silence. Savour every damn second when you smile. Savour it.

To care is to be blessed. It heals, it rewards, it is peace. It is a curse.

I wonder of the motives of the human mind, and the desires of human flesh. Now I laugh at the stupidity of the human heart. How truly tortured it can be.

Share what you have. Share what is in your heart. Share your soul. Let it it be carried where it was meant to go. Let it go. It may find it's way somewhere. It may go nowhere.

Take your risk. Steal someone's soul. Do what needs to be done for the moment. Close your eyes for good. You might see where it all leads.

Find me if you want. I will be somewhere, or so I say. We all will be found somewhere.

Maybe back home.