Right now it just feels like the sound of my own voice screaming inside my head.
Let me out!
I want to feel the love I know is possible.
I want to express the exactness of what is inside of me in every way there is, creating a bridge from the inside of me to everyone else and there will be no not understanding. No translation necessary.
I want my words to matter
I know they do and they don't all at the same time.
There are millions of voices.
They have things to say, expressing their own inner understanding and turmoil and hatred and fear and discovery and wonder and trapped-ness.
Does everyone feel this way?
That there is this wholeness confined within the walls of who they are, and as hard as they try, they cannot share it completely.
It's like there is this vastness of wordless
and there is really no way to share it.
I wonder if we all feel that way and we're looking for the bridge to one another in the wrong place.