If I reach out, I have my own reasons,
I am a seeker of Truth.
I am a Healer, for myself, for those around me.
I shed light, I create good intent.
I take in too much, while I give just the same.
I love too much.
When people hurt me, I don't get mad I get curious.
I for some reason offer my hand to them because I was taught that we all need to acknowledge our souls in order to make way to that healing process.
I have the tendency of putting myself on the line,
for me in-betweens are comforting.
Those cracks that we fill in with memories, déjà vu, and
the sunlight shining through between leaves.
That's where I soak myself up,
that's where I offer for you to come sit beside me.
Invitations sent, postage paid.

S.M.

2016