Mi Lykey Bluu~

Who knew that the truth could hurt so good?

I wonder how much I have grown in seven years?
Am I right on schedule or behind?
This was much more than a crush much more than I brush of energy.
I can't believe the rhythm of my heart is reaching these volumes. Aching, breaking, forming a stronger muscle tissue. Pulsating in my ear drums, swarming around my eyes, and absorbing right back into my skin.
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I'm light, half way colored in, transparent to those who wish to push past
And still I resist to float away, Up and over I hold on to these newly formed scars and with great melancholy kiss them and show them love.
I hurt, I bleed, but I am happy.
The consequence of my big mouth.
...Maybe in another life
I could know your pain and I wouldn't cry
cause I couldn't turn away
We could hum a tune -like this sun and moon, sometimes we say goodbye in order to say hello.

I am not perfect, and that's o.k. My standards, opinions and priorities are on a constant wind mill of energy exchange. I see know, that I have yet to find another form of expression, with another. I am very unskilled in evergreen relationships.
I need to take a few step backs but never grow hesitant to be a helping hand.