Entanglement

A dance, two spirits—
push and pull.
  They
don‘t know each other well
enough just yet. Can you hear
the stars flickering in eternal
  distance?
But these spirits, these souls,
they are as much here as they
are there; they are as much
  separate
as they are just so much alike.
A beautiful illusion, this life,
this dance where we’re already
  one.

Wild and free

I want to be so much more than this.
I want to make this one life mine, want to
expand into all kinds of directions.

I want to see you in me, want to feel more
you and me, want to forget about what I learned
when I was just so young.

I want to dance, want to laugh and paint and move and spill these glasses of wine that unleash this so deeply wild side in me.

I want to live;
   that‘s all I ever really wanted.

An empath‘s story

Fear. I am not afraid
of anything but you and what
you represent to me.

To fear you means to abandon
me for the sake of others. It
means to clip my wings so they
can be attached to somebody else.

And as much as I enjoy being helpful
and supportive, it does cause me to slowly
die inside if boundaries remain unseen.
Afraid to live, afraid to die—a vicious cycle
that will never end

unless I attach those wings back onto myself.