“Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.” ― Fiona Apple
My words calm her, and make her feel like I understand. Thing is, I don’t know her story. I don’t have to, because her story could be mine. Or yours. Just because she’s young, doesn’t mean that she’s carefree. She’s insecure, and unsure of her future. She’s hopeful she’ll find her way. Find someone that will love her, for everything she is and isn’t. She wants to be normal; Better. Hell, don’t we all? I want to hold her, and assure her normal is merely a washing machine setting. I won’t tell you her name, though some of you may know her. Even if you don’t know her name, you will know her story. As much as I’ll share anyway.
Peaceful Beauty, Raging Soul
A knowing smile
Hides insecurity
Her tears
Beneath the surface
Her need to love
To be loved
She mourns her want
She’s stunning
But blind to it
Questions her worth
What is this desperation?
Her spirit wails
Listen, see, and accept me
Restore my soul
Ease my mind
Fulfill me
Kiss my lips
Stroke my cheek
Set me afire
I am precious
I am love
Oh this is fantastic, Renee!
My dear you are so damn sweet to me. Your comments make my heart soar. I am honored by them.
Love, Renee
Always such precious words, ” listen,see and accept me. Restore my soul” loved it.
Truly, Benjamin
Thank you my dear. My subject loved it too. I so enjoy when a story comes to me so quickly.
Love, Renee
This could be anybody’s story. You have a terrific way with words.
I believe it is. In some small way, we’ve all felt this way.
Love, Renee
Magnificent my friend…
Thank you my lovely Clark.
Kisses, Renee
awe you are so welcome.. (butterflies)
I have them too. ❤
They tend to fly around you thank you for sharing them with me! 😉
They’re my words and my stories. I catch them when I can. Sometimes I lose them Clark. And I mourn the loss. I wish for them to come back, but they never do.
You do realize your thoughts shoe them away… When you write a flow happens the butterflies come and they rejoice in your energy of flowing. You are using the mind then.. then the tables turn as the mind uses you and the butterflies fade into the background they are always there. Giving you butterfly kisses, allowing you to give those kisses to others. Flow my dear beautiful lady.. FLOW!
Oh Clark, be still my sparkly heart. I will let them flow today. There is so much to write about. I ache to write. A masterpiece. And so do you. Thing is, without us realizing it, we are. Right here. Right now. This is our masterpiece.
Love, Renee
Renee, It can be said that the problems of the mind cannot be solved on the levels of the mind.. so to flow is the only place of stillness you need to find. It is this moment. This one moment that is continuous. Your mind has to have time to exist. You don’t.. when you don’t and when you allow it to be. You will flow inside of love and continue to capture all the butterflies to take flight with them. Don’t let go of this in thought.. let go of thought to let go to flow! 😉
Love, Clark
You just give me more and more butterflies Clark. I revel in them. They are everywhere. Not just my stomach. I need to let them fly and then land. Tickle my skin and fly away. Then the stories will come….
Take flight Renee.. no one is telling you that gravity exist. 🙂
In my world it doesn’t. In your world it doesn’t either. Get that cape of yours out and fly.
I have yet to land my friend.. don’t see myself landing anytime soon. Too much to experience out here! 😉
Amen my sweet. Gotta grab at life. We don’t get out of it alive.
you will go through this door and then another.. You can chose what you do passing each door.. it is that simple!
Beautiful words.
Thanks my love.
Kisses, Renee
I agree with Deana, Renee. This could be anyone’s story..! We are all vulnerable to insecurities and untruths about ourselves…
You told this so well…!! 🙂
Thanks honey. It is everyone’s story. You’res, mine and hers.
Love, Renee
All I can say is WOW!
I like wow when it’s connected to something I’ve written. Thank you my sweet.
Love, Renee
My beautiful best friend 🙂
Yes, she is. Beauty. Strength. She has no idea how strong she is. Thanks Katie.
Love, Renee
Hi Renee how are you, not spoken for so many days
I’m well my sweet friend. How are YOU?
thank you very much dear
I am fine dear
wish you are
I’m doing better. Every day. xoxoxoxxoxoxo
Thank you dear Reene:)
Happy New Year !!!!!!! and best wishes for you in 2014 🙂
Happy New Year to you my dear friend.
Love, Renee
big love for this post! x
Thanks honey.
anytime 😀
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I have been looking around a bit and came across this. It is amazing to me when someone can express something so completely with so few words. Economy of words, but Richness of content. Beautiful.
Keep writing
JMC
It’s been so long since I’ve read this. Funny, I know her, but I don’t. I can see a photo of someone and tell their story. Share a photo with me, and maybe I’ll see into your future.
Thank you for your kind words.
Love, Renee