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Lets talk about strings something new

Lets talk about Faith

Ones that bind, that secure and choke. Ones that bring us together

Picture yourself climbing a mountain, you have to trust the rope wont let you fall. This can bring so much fear, fear of leaving yourself at the mercy of something else.

Maybe the descent is a part of growth, Seeing the unknown and being given new perspectives safe from the harm that once tore my mind apart.

If I focus on it I can feel it, The spectral line leading me back to you. I know it to just be self destruction now but it doesn't change the feeling, a direct line to the heart leaving no room for other thought. just you. always you.

I'm not without fault, my love is sharp. It cuts when it should hold, leaving myself a mess of frayed wire and yarn.

To learn softness again I need to put faith in that I will not fall, that I will be caught. This will not be easy but focusing on the string calms me, a thread to keep myself from falling apart so easily

You who binds my heart won't read this. This is not for You Seeker but for her. Who knows, maybe you'll find this. A little melodrama never hurt anyone :)

In another life maybe you'd find me, a less wounded creature. guided by those same invisible strings and we'd try again. Sins of this life just a bad dream, maybe we'd fuck it up again, maybe we wouldn't.

Another life, Another world, Another forest

No plan or grand scheme, just your laughter and a steady heart.

I fall again into the well with no bottom,