My heart feels overwhelmed today.
In a feeling that I know all too well. It is like I am hallow trying to swallow my demons and angels at the same time.
I feel like I am defined as a portal for different energies to absorb me, use me, then leave when they are done.
Sometimes when I hear my own voice I don’t believe it is me… it is like an angel has come inside of my soul and said words that I could never prevail to think of and vise versa.
I don’t know if this is what I should say it feels like. My body is a vessel and I only have part ownership of it. I try and balance my brain, my heart, and my soul to dance together in between my layers of skin.
My skin I wear is more than the freckle on my left hand my skin shows how I treat myself.
I might have scars on my body but that doesn’t define me.
I am more than an accident or others making me feel like a welcome rug.
The scars on my skin are the battle wounds I wear around like a tattoo. I know when someone looks at my trophies on my arms and my face, I know they are only looking at the surface.
The way to truly see me for me isn’t by the skin I wear, it is by the energy in my eyes. I have reddish brown eyes, they are strong and full of mystery.
I am a master when it comes to my skin I show people one version like a chameleon, and the moment when I need to change I can. I am fluent in a liquid form, like when a drop of water slides down the windshield when it is rainin’ cats and dogs.
It runs swiftly to meet the next drop until it gets to big then breaks of running for the rest. My soul draws me towards people and things that I see light in.
To me; people are like smells that you can’t see but you know they are there. Their radiant distinct forms of molecules come together to form what they are. Many may be alluring and others may be rancid. Those whom are rancid may also be as delicious as a honey crisp apple.
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