I don’t know where this little transmission is going but I know I’m oozing from my heart spout

What’s on my mind? Should I let it lay low? It’s good to have some mystery about yourself or didn’t you know?!

Swimming head and running thoughts waiting to land for either relief or to inspire. I feel if I don’t use this life I’ll expire. Bursting and nowhere to go.

Sensitivity is a strength without a suitors aspiration. I get sad when I feel unseen and it’s a sin to disdain rejection this much. I’m confident and sure until I play the comparison game, how lame

I once tried to start a peaceful protest but even that I couldn’t do, right. I want to understand what I don’t understand. I have compassion but I’m tiring out. I knock on doors but you pretend you’re not home

I can’t watch the news or visit social media, gives me the blues. Where is the tenderness? Genuine connection?

Did I say all of that right? Am I making sense? Do they hate me? Should I apologise? Let’s replay the conversation a hundred times. I just wanna live my life,

I’m free until I ask for permission.

Souls lost in the dark. Willful ignorance. I just can’t unsee. Viruses and riots. Oh my. I take it all in and start to spin

Reading between the lines is there subliminal meaning between the text? It’s a lonely world with all these resources at our disposal and you wanna be distant?

Sensitivity is a strength without a suiter’s aspiration

I’m free until I ask permission