My heart. Cold and Black A.F
Unfolding my practice seems to include all aspects of my inner self, my strengths and weaknesses. Love is to fall, to fall into darkness, not knowing why or how it happened? Is it solely an emotion or a part of oneself which is cut away and discarded just as fast as it was attached?
Insecurities surface so fast, misunderstandings unfold as fast as the wind, whilst two beings stumble to communicate in any way possible not to show vulnerability, weakness, a bruised heart, a painful energy…
I am who I am…and I am content because I know nothing about everything and you know nothing about who I am.
Miss Harriet Macauley, 25th July 2024