Is this real? Is it really a perception of our spirit, soul that is the key to being love? No more loneliness, or feeling unlovable?
Maybe that is why I fear a cluttered closet of souls that go unheard -- the lost voices of past lives -- emotionless and unfeeling.
Writing words that are never beautiful enough, never truthful enough, never loving enough... But these words hold a desperate hope that you will read them.