Ink Stained Soul…

Being in the world when you see so many people not living is complicated. I don’t understand those that just play this game at the lowest level. Lust without true connection is a frequency of self medication to numb the soul. Harming yourself and potentially someone you are running from. Attachment to a fix without seeking the root issue. Making the problem hit you so hard with the regret of who you just gave yourself to. That was me once. I couldn’t run fast enough away from feelings I didn’t want to face. The mirror of my heart. When I decided to heal that part of myself I unbeknownst to me would not be able to go back. I can’t be her anymore. Waking up to the truth of my sabotage led me to understanding. Watching so many stuck in this prison is painful, so I silently pray they find themselves. You magic is there waiting to allow you to be.