Escape Door

I can get lost behind my eyes
within my soul
My body becomes a shell
as my soul searches for a better reality
Something tolerable
Something it feels more comfortable in

But the reality is, here
In this body, this life,
This world.
You can't escape it.

Matters of My Heart

I've accepted that I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. When my heart is involved it's all in and you will know it. I feel. Everything. And usually those feelings drive my actions. I'm extremely empathetic and this can be very burdensome on my emotions and heart. On the other side of that, when there are positive feelings and emotions involved, my heart's capacity to feel them is a blessing.

The risk in this, though, is the heartbreak of not having that action reciprocated. And I've experienced this more often than I'd like. I'm tired and my heart is slowly losing it's steam. My heart is becoming more and more guarded. I'm not as open as I used to be. This scares me somewhat.

Love can be a beautiful thing, and though I haven't experienced it fully, I know that my heart is capable of giving it. I have so much love in my heart and just want the opportunity to share that with the right person. Only God knows...