Today,today my life revolved around sleep.My head carressed a pillow and a warm blanket covered my colden body.I was so exausted for being the pillar of strength for so many of my loved ones these last few days.It's been hell to see the tears and emotions broken into the wind.And slowly I offered to be the catcher.I've done the best I can for now,for my Uncle's death does not effect me for it's beautiful in my views that he is gone from the worry and embraced that of easier living.I and happy for him but saddened by the hurt brought towards my loved ones.I do not remorse nor cry over death.....
But on a more suttle level I open my weary eyes to continueto embrace those who've fallen hard and lost the will to keeop it going.I am weak but I give my wings for those to fly,to live and soar.To be free.I love this and continue to soar within this act.I only grow sad not for death,not for hurt,or being harassed but for simply being alone.No matter how far I walk or the people IA help,I remember my own burdens and faulters.I am no hero,or no winged angel.But a man with a heart thats full and pure.One that beats for humanity and innocence.I live,breathe,walk,think solely to help others,it's my passion and life.But now I reach for my needs and for me thats to find those whom are alike me.For me I long for the companion whom wil accept my ways and embrace my walk.For I sit silently and open my wounds my arms to a life thats glorious and giving.I long for the romance that is me and still it means I will fill again.My call.My call is far and wide,hear it as it beats.Romance means the world to me its my skin,my heart,and flesh.It is me.Yet as my heart climbs and pushes out negativity I rise as the winds of the ocean tide.I am proud of my emotions,my heart,my compassion,and care.I want you all to hear me,taste my words as they to beat within life of purity.
But on a more suttle level I open my weary eyes to continueto embrace those who've fallen hard and lost the will to keeop it going.I am weak but I give my wings for those to fly,to live and soar.To be free.I love this and continue to soar within this act.I only grow sad not for death,not for hurt,or being harassed but for simply being alone.No matter how far I walk or the people IA help,I remember my own burdens and faulters.I am no hero,or no winged angel.But a man with a heart thats full and pure.One that beats for humanity and innocence.I live,breathe,walk,think solely to help others,it's my passion and life.But now I reach for my needs and for me thats to find those whom are alike me.For me I long for the companion whom wil accept my ways and embrace my walk.For I sit silently and open my wounds my arms to a life thats glorious and giving.I long for the romance that is me and still it means I will fill again.My call.My call is far and wide,hear it as it beats.Romance means the world to me its my skin,my heart,and flesh.It is me.Yet as my heart climbs and pushes out negativity I rise as the winds of the ocean tide.I am proud of my emotions,my heart,my compassion,and care.I want you all to hear me,taste my words as they to beat within life of purity.