Meeting, Reading, Sleeping, and Singing

I've been slowly becoming detached from my body and the world. Feeling I could only learn using one part at a time, I closed the doors that lead to things that seemed overwhelming.

Meeting you, I feel I have opened some of those doors, but why did I open so many at once? One, easier than I thought, another much more difficult, all not as I expected.


You, who is hurting silently by yourself. Please don't hate me for reading your heart, it was open plainly from what I could see. I'm told I misread it, but the fear of being right torments me. I want you to read it to me, and I will believe what you say, even if what I thought was different...I will trust your words, so please don't cut yourself with them...


You, who is sleeping in my arms. It seemed you had a scar on your heart that no one knew how to heal. If I know how to heal it, will you let me? Do you want it healed? Maybe you realized this, but you've been giving me things I've secretly wanted. I'm afraid to let myself accept them. Let's try to let go of our fears together, okay?


You, who are not as they seem. Maybe you are all exactly so. I feel at ease with such honest hearts. I see the pain and the joy in them, and want to help you understand. I understand, that perhaps it is not the time. Many of the scars aren't meant for me to heal, and many of the joys will never know my name. I hope you will allow me to enter a part of your life, if not a tiny piece of yourself.


I am learning, and trying so hard to take my time and do it right. Perhaps I want too much. But what I am receiving so much of lately, I want to return. A word that my lips are afraid to utter...I want you all to hear it.