Sometimes all you can do is stare at your feet. Life just comes at you with curve balls, you duck and move but one invariably hits you right between the eyes.
Loving unconditinally is a fearsome thing. God help those of us who do! I would not wish for a stoney heart or dream of a fickle one. Maybe just a small shelf hidden away in a dark place in which to safely hold my heart in a box, yes, for it to rest.
…Rest, mend regain it’s true rhythm until my staring at my feet is done…
Fearsome love is an unconditinal thing.