Branches and Twings.

I've been going through a difficult writers block and this is the first thing I've even come close to in terms of getting thoughts into words on paper.

It's hard when the mind wants what the body can't have. Whats all the fun in that?

There is a seed inside of me and it's roots are starting to run deep into my soul,

There is an imbalance between my mind and heart,

All my energy, and sanity are being used to create another to walk on this earth.

Is this why we inherit traits from our mothers and fathers? Because they are what made us,

And now I am making one. 

One unique little person who will have some of my mind...

Dreams are more vivid however my memory is dragging,

Inspiration has been hard to find hiding in the dark corners of my head where I am restricted to go until I am one again.

It's those dark corners that made me who I was.. and am..except recently,

That make me a little fearful that I'll be sharing this through the bloodline of another being. 

Those dark corners brought my soul to life when it would sing, and dance, and move, to the rhythms of my heart.

Spinning around in circles until my balance came into place. 

Spinning into organized chaos.

Chaos which was my fuel.

Now there are just fumes,

My flame has taken a temporary dim in fear of burning the pure heart that beats with mine.

Two hearts, two souls,

One body.

I would say I hope to find out that a piece of me will sub-consciencely be with her forever.

I will always wonder, 

It's not her place to ever tell me,

On the other hand, I will always know once I look into those eyes. 

 

Author's Note

grammer isuues, I am aware