Tiny heart beating Loud.”
it seems to hit a lot of people interestingly these days.
It definitely resonated when it came up.
It also felt whole.
I felt love with it.
It’s a very top layer of who I really am.
Who I am is…
When I was younger,
I would observe all the adult humans around me, looking for happiness, and could not find it.
I didn’t understand.
I believed everyone deserved happiness. Why didn’t they?
Even when I tried to share I felt so far from reaching them with it.
Also I didn’t know how or what would make sense to making that happen.
I loved them and didn’t know why
I do know that I was desperate to love anything that was given to me in this life
Preferably things that needed it or could echo it
ANd I always saw so much light inside these humans
But couldn’t wake them up to it for some reason.
It was weird because that was all I saw in them so it was weird that they couldn’t see it in themselves.
So I watched them not love themselves
Hoping I could understand
And justify some reason why they should be unhappy
But I never found it back then.
So it stuck with me
I hoped that if I carried it I could understand it and rid them of it or at least spiritually soak it up from them.
I hate seeing people in pain.
I hate feeling less than what this life is supposed to make someone feel
So I fly from it and try to find all the light I can and gather it into a sun
And just maybe I will help direct everyone to find their own light
Maybe they ended my love to rain a little on them
Rain, is so contradicting
It’s inconvenient but beautiful but intimidating