Thank-you so much for the insightful reply!. Love can be such a painful thing...so far I haven't found a love as pure as what I share with my crested geckos. The other night I open up the door to Mandarin's tank (one of my males) and right away he jumped onto my shoulder and ran down the front of my top, nuzzling between my breasts. So sweet and flirtatious!
You're very welcome. You're right, love can be very painful. Mostly because we put our hearts out there with trust and so often the trust is betrayed. People are so often disappointing. Animals are much truer companions in general.
The silence... delay when it's written loses it's concentration in the sounds of ballads diluting itself in enigmatic love letters hieroglyphs carved in coal within the soul a chart of lost and found, a mix of words, tears and sorrow such beautiful treasures thrown to the shoreline of loneliness like a shipwrecked
that's why they're called trunk of treasures, half empty, half full, from emotions of a lifetime that I can't let go... you've some treasures within yourself, perhaps not as hidden as mine, but treasures non the less, and I'm always surprised by the wonders in them.
Thanks Helena. Opening that trunk can be so painful too... I wrote a poem yesterday (not yet up)and I was crying before I even started writing it. (I was trying to get in that special place I needed to be and I got so depressed and cried all night). Do you ever cry before you write poetry?
yes... it happens frequently with me also, and I could see your pain resembling my own, because I was crying too it may sound pretentious to outsiders, but the trouble is that we feel things too deeply, stronger and harder than others, our poetry seems beautiful most of the times, but it comes from broken things and pain (a dark place inside our hearts that can't be filled, a void or a dark star), and the writing it's a bittersweet relantionship, liberating but overflowing with grief