Ink Stained Soul…

There is this collection of things we realized along our paths of love.
Not all blue eyes feel the same when you look at them.
Being held isn’t all you need, if it isn’t the arms you want to be in.
You don’t become soft in the presence of just any man. You don’t feel yourself awe stricken but everyone. You reach for who your heart is teethered to even if you don’t understand or even realize you are doing it. None of these things matters to society and titles. This is instincts in our nature to be drawn to raw truths that our kinds won’t allow. Something greater in the soul to call in someone that truly matches the fabric of who you are and to whom you belong.