No words in my heart to speak today.
My heart is basking in a metaphorical and distant sun.
My heart is meditating on the realization that my ego is content, healing, and balancing.
My heart is sipping on the fresh juices, squeezed and dripping from the melee between my insecurities and principles.
I long for nothing more than the continuation of the grace I have right now.
My heart is napping, dreaming of realities that include hardships overcome.
No fantasies to pervert my heart's dreams, only romantic sounds to decorate the already gorgeous set of qualities put in motion by my lifestyle.
Maybe as the sun sets, I'll light a candle for my heart to have just enough light to see the flickering glow of naked hope, a flicker we can dance to.
A heart that is traveling!
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