Separate

We have always been so separate.

There is me,

and my body.

The vessel in which my soul chose to reside.

We would coincide

-occasionaly,

one over-riding the other.

I've always been in my head.

Living half a life.

The dissociation,

cutting us up,

pulling our gummy strings on reality.

The slow beating of our drums,

dulling,

waiting to reach crescendo,

but never quite getting there in the right way.

Loud booming emotions,

crashing together

like a storm.

But here we are,

gradualy building ourselves up,

as one.

we need to be one to survive.

to LIVE.

and be ALIVE.

We are ready to join forces.

Make the perfect storm.

We are the peace before,

the crashing winds during,

and the tranquility after.

WE ARE ONE.

WE ARE WHOLE.

Welcoming eachother home,

to reside as lovers

of ourself.

Passionatly,

we fall

head

over

heels

in love

with our own truth.

Finally,

We can breath,

and love,

and be loved in return.