Connection by jackrough, literature
Hungrier I am for love less interested I become with the trails you set in sparkly crumbs. Give me warmth, reciprocity, intention backed action. Nothing to hide. Nothing to tolerate. Tell me. You crave my expansion? I create from acceptance. I create in vast open spaces. In this box I decay into carrion. When sensitivity is a curse; what happens to pain? What of all those times we stood up howling; fell asleep weeping? What happens to joy; when tears are scorned? Or else weaponized; minimised or dramatized? I want to reform as soft despite the prickly world. My own spikes - always in the way. See the exhaustion; from wishing so hard through rain and shine for deep connection. Hear the the trials and errors endured away from the safe folds of solitude. Have mercy; I am trying. Lead me always again to my tribe.