our webs

We are a web. Immaculately tangled. Intertwined and of the strongest material. My heart is your own and our souls alike. we beat the same rhythm. We are one in the same. Stare into my eyes and see your own they are floating in an ocean of me. My vision of this love is lucid yet tenuous. Will it ever make sense that my thirst for you is endless? I am compelled to need you as I am to breathe and without you I am a fish out of water. A human lost at sea. Looking into your eyes, I find myself lost in that looming space. There is a truth behind them that I can not explain. It sends goose flesh across my skin. Is needing you this much somehow a sin? My husband. My warrior. My strength and smile. My boulder in a sea of pebbles. My very best friend and glorious man. We are a web woven tight so heavily intertwined that no master of anything could sort our vines.

Loves sacrifice

Spin me in your unforgiving web; I am yours.

My Sagacity

I am losing it. Every day I lose it a little bit more, but you know what the real problem is? They who discovered “it” never told us exactly what “it” is. So now here I am 22 years old and losing something that I have yet to discover. Is the “it” my beauty? My desire to strive? My sagacity? My mind? How does one lose their mind? I guess when you have to much time to think. To much time to be in there, swimming around in thoughts that have no tactical conclusion. To much time to reflect on what isn’t. what could have been. And who precisely you are. I know who I am. Well because the society I live in has given me a name. a wife, a Christian, a lover, a black girl, a singer, an author A, A, A, A , a something that is everything but me. A word given me by people I will never know and accepted by my actions than contradicted by my uninhibited mind. I think I would like to come up with a new designation for myself. Not one that my parents have given me or my peers. Not a category that so I willingly place myself in. I want to be the “it” that I am losing. I want to be the “it” that I find. I am not losing me and I am not trying to find my lost mind because I am me and me is the it that I will find.

She had an earthquake on her mind

-the used

Dare me?

Like you've never dared before.

dig.

Never try and erase feelings. They are there for a specific reason, just try for a better understanding of their presence. Sometimes you have to dig deeper than you thought you were.