love. you and I.

The magic pen in hand,
I come to you.
Seeking your ever gaithful guidance.

The truths I seek seem to have no limits.
The struggles I face within myself
sometimes seem to swallow me whole.
Love is my only refuge.
I am love.
As I breathe in and out, aware of myself.
Love.
Consumed with the habit of replaying the scenario's over and over again in my mind.
I began to wonder if the choices I make are really mine?
Did I really decide to be here?
Is this my dream or yours?
Do I float along yours until I find mine?
Will you share your dreams with me?
Of all the long journey's of my past
I wouldn't trade not one,
It all lead to here, this will all lead to there.=
LOVE.