[Source: Allison Gibbs]
One more hour.
Its all I ask for.
ITs hard to find the time to stop
and listen to your own heartbeat.
It scares me.
The initial thought of time with oneself is frightening
to sit- alone
listening to the thoughts
to listen to the thinker
Once I invest that time,
I cant help but wish I had one more hour.
Like I am my own soul mate
that feeling in your gut when someone you care so deeply for is about to leave.
That longing.
I guess I have a love affair with myself
not in the pretentious sense
There is a big difference to love onself
and hyperbolizing false love for the adoration of others
I truly love who I am.
What I feel
My conviction and altruistic affectations
Though its hard at times
to face my faults
the circumstances where my intent is superceded with fear based action.
When I myself default
on promises
on love
on outstretching self invented barriers
on communication
But the resonation of my heart will be heard first.
