Life is really teaching me how to be soft in the most annoying ways.
Forcing me to be gentle, like I'm my own daughter.
Like I'm a father to my daughter.
Like be gentle with the sensitive feelings, looks like I'm workin on healin.
What is the meaning?
I did ask "who am I really?"
Behind the laughs, behind the smiles. There lives an inner teen, and an inner child.
And a mind that likes to run wild.
Yet appreiloves order and routine,
to really feel free.
This is what 2 years ago couldn't be.
My emotions are not annoying,
My sensitivity is not too much.
Utilizing them differently as I go deeper into getting in touch with...
My feelings.
And making it ok to feel deeper.
Feel deeper.
And let it be ok...
Deeper into waters I've never felt.
That are a bit uncomfortable,
But help.
And how ironic is it,
That I'm better at being a safe space for others,
Yet delayed when it comes to my own sensitive self.
And perhaps the fact is
I do what I'd want for myself.
What an interesting observation.
Simple made complicated.