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SOLID

 

10/22/21

Happiness is fleeting. Joy Is solid. Let me open my brown eyes and believe in something better than lies. Don't wanna have to be looken round for a landing when I'm falling. 

Solid is safe and solid is sure, solid is sound, solid should be my ground.

On the surface I am seen but if you move my hair and touch my face you'll find me underneath begging to be found.

I'm just waiting for somebody to listen.

I'm trying to express what we've been missen.

But my voice is mute and my point is moot, anything you're probably thinking, my mind is thinking way over you.

Cause' I'm an overthinker and sometimes when I feel I'm not in control I'm an overdrinker. 

I follow my intuition, she knows well. Some things I just know but I can't tell. 

For fear of being misunderstood, for fear of your rejection. I've been channeling my focus so hard and I don't need distraction. 

My mind and body have dealt with so much, my soul demands action.

Too soon or too late - I'm praying and I'm counting on fate. 

I know my words can be so overwhelming but for all these years I've kept my mouth sealed so tight shut and all of these words I ate. It's getting late and I'm searching for ways to compensate what my intuition is always pushing so firmly to delegate.

I'm not ready, I'm nervous, I feel more than I should.

This feeling of stepping out of my comfort zone - no no it's good.

My heart bounding for ideas and possibilities but I think no one can knock down walls to get into me, my energy.

My auroa, going to sleep dishaeartened but somehow waking with hope for tomorrow. Because I am sunshine and I am defined and I feel so solid in what I could be but it's still so unfocused to me.

A moment of happiness is so fleeting but deep down I'm still believing that joy lies somewhere deeper for me to share.

Through a late night deep talk over a cozy blanket and a drink or a sunrise at an ocean as my worries sink. Somewhere where I can open up and dig down deep, some feeling of solidity for more than just a temporary week.

            Happiness is fleeting and joy is solid. 

 

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