I hate myself
by hurting the person that i love,
by making a mistake without knowing.
Do I deserve that person?
I think, I didn't love him
the way that he loved me.

We live with burdens
Made heavier by loss
And the sensation from what’s missing
Call pain those sensations —
Tingling or sharp stabs
Which it’s known
Without feel —never experience
Others don’t know what we feel

I want to go back to childhood days where climbing a tree and singing out of tune was acceptable.

Where I colored out of the lines and held it up proudly for all to compliment.

Where I watched the Wizard Of Oz and dreamed of visiting dancing munchkins and playing in glass slippers.

I want to go back to before I was born where self floated in energies of the universe not to care, not a fear.

But alas if I went back to most early days I would have been asleep.
Eating unhealthy
Not trusting
Not loving self
Living in fear
Believing the news moguls.
Controlled by ego mind.

What I really want....
To go into the Heart and live forever
with the treasures of love.
And all my tomorrows,
here on the planet Earth.
Here consciously awake in oneness.

i don't want to talk, i don't want to listen to music, i don't want to hear your jokes, or talk about your day
just sit with me and let me breathe
i know the silence scares you
but it has always comforted me