Freeing Myself

I am beginning to forget you. In the end did I ever even know you?

I swear in this head of mine, I have known you for at least the past nine,

Lives that I have lived, I am certain I have loved,

Life.

And the mystery that is you, the universal you.

Within me bringing warmth, inertia to move forth.

Longing for this motion, of feeling my emotions.

Always fleeing me, I’d love for them to be with me

Yet they flow away from me, as you did when I was set free.

When again will it be time, for my feelings to be mine?

Truth is where it lies, in love there are no lines.

Read between the lines, you know you are sublime.

In everything you do, see that it is true.

Everything feels so unreal, as if it were surreal.

I could be an original Dali, calmly standing on my folly.

Flowers would be melting, of course I would be floating.

A maze would precipitate portals, enter running with the bulls.

The colors so serene, like no eyes have ever seen.

Of course this is a depiction, but could be used as a description,

Of me.

So tranquil yet so fearful.

Of failing and trailing.

I fear myself the most, I am my own host.

Creating stories of the worst, giving me a thirst,

To move ever slowly, and ever so safely.

As a chameleon, a friendly sloth amongst a million

I’ll free myself now, in the only way I know how,

In love,

With life,

And flow,

Of motion.

An ocean,

Of emotion,

In love.

With ups and downs.

With you and me.

With all I have,

Grateful.

And in love.