Feel

I close a door

And it opens up my heart, a womb that aches from carrying the energy of so much, all that’s asked of me is to cry, to feel to release it all, to go out to the car and to sob and sob and sob and sob until it all leaves my body and then go home and lay down and feel and feel feel and come back home. That’s what’s asked of me. My heart, that’s what’s asked of me, my sweet loving heart, I feel it without condition yours too. Something that’s cannon across all multiverses, that’s what I need. Destined. To believe in the impossible, in magic, to meet again, to remember again. Love is what we feel when we turn off the lights and let our bodies fall back. That’s what I know that’s what I feel. A moment of meeting, of knowing, of letting go. Of just letting go. How it feels for you to hold my heart, how it feels to let go into your hands, I promise not to force it, I feel things releasing, shifting, changing within me. All that’s asked is that I feel. All that’s asked is that I feel.