Tag: the deep

In the deep
I meet with a dragon.
She tells me her stories
And I'm offended.

"That's my story, not yours.
Are you teasing me?"

The dragon smiles, jerks her tail and softly slaps my cheek with it.

"It's a mirror in the deep
Telling you it's yours. And it is. Yet it's also mine."

I push my body up, breathe my lungs out in the air.
The dragon is still in the deep
Smiling with her golden heart.

today a friend of mine asked me at dinner “why do you post stories that poke me?”

“what do you mean by ‘poke me’? I’m mostly just saying.”

“saying after knowing something? or saying just saying?” she complained again, disbelieving in my statement

“I’m just saying what is pushed by something within I can’t stop. I just have to say it at lunch break or after work!” there’s no intention to tease you or anyone in the Instagram who have access to my locked account”

she didn’t say anything, she must have trusted me

sometimes the vibe is too strong splashing on me and I simply have to say something to the air because that’s the only way to tell the truth even to those not reading my postings (unfortunately some vibe truly comes to me just like that)

some soul hears each other clearly, or vaguely but accidentally correctly 😁

sorry but not sorry, dear friend….

I don’t know you are touched, I hope you learn some lessons.

💕