Most of our feelings are dead or gone but… Mine Are Not 

Imagine feeling sadness that is not even your own or picking up the energies of a fallen world full of broken hearts that have been piling up at your front door the moment you opened your eyes to this earth. Or knowing you should do something but the weight of another hunts you down and your not moving unless they are moving. Or the perfect decision becomes the problem because someone else has not been able to move on from it. Or the perfect relationship becomes the perfect disaster from the past because your ex has not seemed to move on and may never will. Or being told you need glasses but your lenses are made up of little fragments of other people causing you to almost see what they once saw in a light they have never adapted to or simply seeing things they have always skimmed past. Or having to be the “good guy” in disguise because your niceness is rare and is usually taken for granted, mistreated, misunderstood, or mislead.

This is my heart on the exam table, my brain being used for research, my body used as a cadaver, and my thoughts being recorded. Empathy is my first name, highly sensitive is my purpose. I write to fulfill others curiosity, I also write so others can imagine how it feels. To imagine how one feels their way through life, how one feels their way through people without having to know them or their story, how one looks without eyes even having to be open because their emotions are strong enough to see for themselves, how one talks without words, listens with only heart, sees past the mind, understands deep down to the soul. 

I let my heart be my heart, my heart be my brain, my heart be my body, my heart be my emotions, my heart be rock, my heart be my guide, and my heart be my purpose. So, you don’t exactly have to take a walk in my shoes, I’ll write a path for you. 

Dangerous Additction 

Why must we cast doubt upon an individual? Are you the spirit of that person? Why then would you have any kind of disbelief when someone tells you their goals and dreams? Do you not believe in them because you simply don’t believe in yourself? Are we jealous of one another? If someone else’s plans seems higher then our own, why does that anger us? Envy is a dangerous addiction, that inner hate against someone destroys lives. We should never be afraid to share a dream with someone, it should only spark in our hearts inspiration. I’m for you, not against you.

Traveling Through 

Close your eyes to find a world hidden within the mind, but if the mind were a place I’d be super hesitant to visit, very unsure of when I’d leave, or just regret every moment I could of gone.

My Favorite Artist

Every artist has their own unique way of seeing art and releasing each piece for others to see through their eyes, through their mind, through their soul, and through their heart. A window, this particular artist has not only caught my eye but her art instantly talks to my heart every time I see her work. Please go check her blog out, every time you see her work you will be blessed. I will forever follow her artistic journey for the rest of my life. She is a pure soul, she is filled with truth and compassion, she is brilliant with any art supplies, her heart is pure gold. I believe she can change this world with her art and I do not say this lightly, she holds power literally. People in secret cry out for artist such as Miriam, to release what their soul searches for, if you want to satisfy that search, Miriam has the art for that. Bless you Miriam ❤️

Drake Version… Because who doesn’t listen to Drake? 

Let it go… Your mad at the world, your mad at him, your mad at her, can you be mad at yourself? Can you look in the mirror silent without regret, without sorrow, without confusion? Do you understand what went wrong or when it went wrong, were you the cause of it or where you part of it? Does it not take two to tango? Were you not offered free will at birth? Do you understand your own corruptions, the damage you’ve done to your mind-body-and soul, why your mind is out of control or why you cannot seem to ever find any. A naked body does look like porcelain but do you lust for it when you should be showing respect for it, staying in your boundaries without playing the blame game, “Oh he wanted it first.. But she asked for it..” Excuse my boldness, but you corrupted little monster you. 

Are you really alive or do you tell yourself that before you fall asleep at night without fear, your waking up the next morning. The soul, the mind, and the heart we cannot see but evidently you still have a physical body that reflects. Your not quiet because as long as your walking, reacting, acting, showing emotions, or producing actions I see you. I see your mind and body role playing with your soul. I see corruption has taken a toll, I see you don’t really understand what it means to be out of control, I see a broken heart not in love with its body, I see tears from all the past years, I see fears, and I see questions marks. I’m not a psychiatrist, I’m not a doctor, I’m not a counselor, I’m broken just like you. This is me this is you. 

I hate to take the blame but I love to step up to the plate saying what you don’t want to hear or saying what you fear because someone has to do it. I see the damage and I see the corruption. I see my mind interacting with my soul while its interacting with my body. I see broken hearts and I can feel the heart beat, the missed ones have been caught. Like vibrations I hear the sounds and our world sounds horrible but in harmony we sound great. I see the change and I see the games. I see how everybody just wants to be loved and accepted called beautiful and not rejected. I see the passions and I see the dead flames, water got to you. I see the mind troubled by the emptiness. I feel so deeply like my heart has its own pair of eyes to see what my brain is also registering for me. 

My feelings are definitely not dead, a silhouette maybe but the radar range is C.I.A approved, I could sit in the White House without security. I see it, I feel it, I know it sharply. But at the beginning I had to be mad at myself enough to understand, enough to notice the damage, enough to notice the corruption, enough to look into the mirror without sorrow regret or confusion. I feel so deeply now. I see so deeply now. I had to let go.


My soul track, my heartbeats mission whenever I’m around to display a reverse effect of love that has a positive affect. You can’t forget me, though you try. Hand gripping pulse. Love. You can’t erase it from your mind. Just replay it. Thinking about it all the time. What you hope for. Deep. 

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