Stormi's Words for The Universe

I' ve woken up from another dream where the message is clear, you are my safety and I know you The world is frozen All I see is tragic versions of our lives intersecting The absence makes me uneasy Im grounded now, I think...I know I'm whole but I just cant shake the inevitable I've never been a very patient person, I guess thats my lesson So come on baby, hold my hand and call me 'love' Written by Samantha Gendreau 

  2:41 am The steam rises and fills the air with your dewy scent.     Looking up at me the way you do… I couldn’t dream of another place to be. I am consumed by your soul; lost in the twinkling green of your eyes You cut me to the core, jagged and uneven,     The way the shattered pieces always do… Making me feel Making me whole. Sliced open and bare. Yet standing on both feet; ready and set to weather the storm A slight caress of your lips across the slant of my neck is so perfectly timed with my deepest urges, and with an ever so slight curve to the corner of your mouth… You smile. You smile because you know. I’m taken in by your strong and sturdy hands on the small of my back and I know right there, I am prepared to roll with anything you send my way. As you pull me close. I am safe. Written by Samantha Gendreau 

The air is frigid.  It cuts the back of my throat like freshly shattered glass.  I walk through the alley catching my breath and I see you out of the corner of my tired eyes.  Even now, the simplicity of writing this seems foolish,  because in that small moment our souls found each other.  Two halves of one darkness have looked up and locked in as time stood still just to whisper a warning... No need to speak No care to explain As the Moon grows older and the snow begins to melt the tether becomes binding. Chained and bound as I am hung up to dry with all my flowers. Pressed between fire and ice I have no choice... The depth of your ability to render me powerless pulsates my every nerve.  There is no way out for us As the frigid air fills my lungs for the final time and the weight of your non-existent touch breaks my knees, you pull me through cotton and inject your veins. There is no telling how this ends... it won't.  I'll meet you again after this c...

  The darkness eats away at me Minute by minute Day by day In a constant search for the bright white light of life, I get pulled back inward. It's not that I don't see the sun shining through my windowpane Or that I don't feel the way the breeze whispers through the trees on a magical October day. It's that I feel it all... the beauty, the magic, the life, the death, the sadness, the pain All of it. Rushing through my veins with an intensity that plagues me. Someone else walking by me on the street, I get punched in the gut by their struggles. I see a new mother cradling her baby, and I cry her tears, not mine.  I am cursed. My curse is my own and for only me to harness.  And I must or else I will be trapped by it. There is light within me, I know.  Enough that it shall never get snuffed out. And for that I am grateful but growing tiresome of constant struggle within myself. I live everyday half in the light and half in the dark With each passing day, one w...