Cycle

Captured by reason blown away into pieces. The rhyme in the song of life keeps me moving. Rationally fed through nurture. Driven by needs and surprised by the unexpected. Senses keep me hostage by carrying a positive rage to consume through my wants. It’s knowingly, willingly and able to. This is, was and will be…

My past shaped me into a proud woman. No regret what so ever. My present wants to mould me in something I’m not. Heartbreak lines appear. My future is a pencil line. I carry the eraser. -Driandayaba- 27-04-2016

We hadn’t hooked up for many years. Five years ago I saw a glimpse of you, it made me smile inside. Yearning for more. I’ve missed you. Your smile, being balanced, altruistic, loving, caring, understanding, sweet, creative, conscious, spiritual, wise & soothing. I know…. it was my own neglect. It won’t happen again. Now I experience more…

It travels on many pads and comes in many forms. Approved. Restricted. Forbidden. Seductive. Dangerous. Righteous. Confusing. It gives me a warm tingling feeling in my tummy and at times in other parts of my body. Is it a feeling or a thought? Or are they blended together? With wich one should I choose? First…

Not dwelling on the past. Announced & executed with no regrets. Asked and trusted your answers. Thought it was mutual. Feel your bars closing with every message. Moulding a key to fit all the locks. Can’t do a rerun of processing events. This feels unreal I set us free. Don’t wrinkle my wings. STOP stealing…

We Crave We Ask Rewards Contentment Declines Acceptance. We Please We Offer Rewards Contentment Declines Acceptance. I Yearn I Take Content & Accepted.   –Driandayaba–